The Paris Vendetta (Cotton Malone Series #5)

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"When Napoleon Bonaparte died in exile in 1821, he took to the grave a powerful secret. As general and emperor, he had stolen immeasurable riches from palaces, national treasuries, and even the Knights of Malta and the Vatican. In his final days, his British captors hoped to learn where the loot lay hidden. But he told them nothing, and in his will he made no mention of the treasure. Or did he?" "Former Justice Department operative Cotton Malone isn't looking for trouble when it comes knocking at his Copenhagen bookshop. Actually, it breaks and

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"When Napoleon Bonaparte died in exile in 1821, he took to the grave a powerful secret. As general and emperor, he had stolen immeasurable riches from palaces, national treasuries, and even the Knights of Malta and the Vatican. In his final days, his British captors hoped to learn where the loot lay hidden. But he told them nothing, and in his will he made no mention of the treasure. Or did he?" "Former Justice Department operative Cotton Malone isn't looking for trouble when it comes knocking at his Copenhagen bookshop. Actually, it breaks and enters in the form of an American Secret Service agent with a pair of assassins on his heels. Malone has his doubts about the anxious young man, but narrowly surviving a ferocious firefight convinces him to follow his unexpected new ally." "Their first stop is the secluded estate of Malone's good friend, Henrik Thorvaldsen. The wily Danish tycoon has uncovered the insidious plans of the Paris Club, a cabal of multimillionaires bent on manipulating the global economy. Only by matching wits with a terrorist-for-hire, foiling a catastrophic attack, and plunging into a desperate hunt for Napoleon's legendary lost treasure can Malone hope to avert international financial anarch." But Thorvaldsen's real objective is much more personal: to avenge the murder of his son by the larcenous aristocrat at the heart of the conspiracy. Thorvaldsen's vendetta places Malone in an impossible quandary - one that forces him to choose between friend and country, past and present. Starting in Denmark, moving to England, and ending up in the storied streets and cathedrals of Paris, Malone plays a breathless game of duplicity and death, all to claim a prize ofuntold value. But at what cost?

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Bestseller Berry deftly blends contemporary suspense and historical mystery in his fifth novel to feature former U.S. Justice Department operative Cotton Malone (after The Charlemagne Pursuit). Danish billionaire Henrik Thorvaldsen, a friend of Malone's, has become consumed with finding out who masterminded the slaughter outside a Mexico City courthouse two years earlier that killed seven people, including his young diplomat son. Once he learns that a wealthy British aristocrat was behind the outrage, Thorvaldsen gets entangled in a conspiracy that involves an elite group of ruthless financial experts planning to destabilize the global economy, a terrorist plot to destroy a European landmark, and a legendary cache hidden by Napoleon. Malone soon finds himself in a desperate struggle to save not only Thorvaldsen's life but the lives of countless innocents as well. While the plot takes a few predictable turns, this well-crafted thriller also offers plenty of surprises. 5-city author tour. (Dec.)
Library Journal
In Berry's latest page-turner after The Charlemagne Pursuit, Cotton Malone discovers a Secret Service agent breaking into his Copenhagen bookstore. The agent, Sam Collins, was sent by Cotton's friend Henrik Thorvaldsen to seek his help in getting revenge against the person Henrik has discovered to be responsible for his son's death. The guilty party has ties to a secret organization that plans to take down the global economy with help from a secret Napoleon carried to his grave. A race to solve historical riddles while staying alive ensues. VERDICT Berry has written another amazing blend of suspense and history. Fans will love it, and for newcomers it's the perfect place to start. With the September release of Dan Brown's The Lost Symbol, savvy readers looking for more along those lines cannot go wrong with Cotton Malone. This will be Berry's biggest seller yet. [Library marketing campaign.]—Jeff Ayers, Seattle P.L.
Kirkus Reviews
Another historically tinged Cotton Malone thriller from Berry (The Charlemagne Pursuit, 2008, etc.). Awakened by late-night noises, the former U.S. Justice Department agent finds that his secondhand bookstore in Copenhagen has been broken into by Sam Collins, who was sent by Cotton's friend Henrik Thorvaldsen. Sam bears two crucial bits of news: 1) Henrik, the uber-rich owner of a centuries-old family porcelain business, is in trouble; 2) unknown quantities of armed bad guys are breaking into the shop as they speak. After scaring off two malefactors, Sam and Cotton head to Henrik's estate. His old friend, Cotton discovers, is about to infiltrate the Paris Club, a secret cabal of international financiers intent on bending the world's economy to their fiscal needs. Paris Club member Lord Graham Ashby was involved in the murder of his son, Henrik tells Cotton, and he has sworn revenge. He'll need the help of both Cotton and Sam, a former federal agent fired for maintaining a website that exposed conspiracies threatening the global financial system. The trio head to France, Henrik to ingratiate himself with Paris Club head Eliza Larocque, Sam and Cotton to gather intel from another online investigator of economic wrongdoing. Cotton learns that Stephanie Nelle, his former boss at the Justice Department, is planning an operation to take out the Paris Club and doesn't want Henrik getting in the way; he finds himself caught between his loyalties to Stephanie and to his friend. Berry steers the plot along a well-worn trajectory, past a rogue's gallery of cartoonish B-movie villains, through a series of easy-to-anticipate twists and turns, into outlandish action sequences and scenes tenuouslyconnecting the contemporary story to actual past events. It all winds up with the requisite gun fight at a historic European cultural site. The author's research is impressive (the MacGuffin involves Napoleon), but expending some effort on plot and characterization would have been more impressive. Taxes credulity without even slightly taxing the intellect.
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"All the Berry hallmarks are here: scale, scope, sweep, history - plus breathless second-by-second suspense. I love this guy."—Lee Child

"Steve Berry always finds intriguing ways to link the past to the present in his fast-paced thrillers.  The Paris Vendetta is his best yet."—Harlan Coben

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345505484
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/27/2010
  • Series: Cotton Malone Series, #5
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 496
  • Sales rank: 112,576
  • Product dimensions: 7.72 (w) x 11.14 (h) x 1.13 (d)

Meet the Author

Steve Berry

Steve Berry is the New York Times and #1 internationally bestselling author of The Lincoln Myth, The King’s Deception, The Columbus Affair, The Jefferson Key, The Emperor’s Tomb, The Paris Vendetta, The Charlemagne Pursuit, The Venetian Betrayal, The Alexandria Link, The Templar Legacy, The Third Secret, The Romanov Prophecy, and The Amber Room. His books have been translated into 40 languages with more than 18,000,000 copies in 51 countries.
History lies at the heart of every Steve Berry novel. It’s this passion, one he shares with his wife, Elizabeth, that led them to create History Matters, a foundation dedicated to historic preservation. Since 2009 Steve and Elizabeth have traveled across the country to save endangered historic treasures, raising money via lectures, receptions, galas, luncheons, dinners, and their popular writers’ workshops. To date, nearly 2,500 students have attended those workshops. In 2012 their work was recognized by the American Library Association, which named Steve the first spokesman for National Preservation Week. He was also appointed by the Smithsonian Board of Regents to serve on the Smithsonian Libraries Advisory Board to help promote and support the libraries in their mission to provide information in all forms to scientists, curators, scholars, students, and the public at large. He has received the Royden B. Davis Distinguished Author Award and the 2013 Writers for Writers Award from Poets & Writers. His novel The Columbus Affair earned him the Anne Frank Human Writes Award, and his historic preservation work merited the 2013 Silver Bullet from International Thriller Writers.
Steve Berry was born and raised in Georgia, graduating from the Walter F. George School of Law at Mercer University. He was a trial lawyer for 30 years and held elective office for 14 of those years. He is a founding member of International Thriller Writers—a group of more than 2,600 thriller writers from around the world—and served three years as its co-president.
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Chapter One
sunday, december 23, the present
12:40 am
The bullet tore into Cotton Malone’s left shoulder.
He fought to ignore the pain and focused on the plaza. People rushed in all directions. Horns blared. Tires squealed. Marines guarding the nearby American embassy reacted to the chaos, but were too far away to help. Bodies were strewn about. How many? Eight? Ten? No. More. A young man and woman lay at contorted angles on a nearby patch of oily asphalt, the man’s eyes frozen open, alight with shock—the woman, facedown, gushing blood. Malone had spotted two gunmen and immediately shot them both, but never saw the third, who’d clipped him with a single round and was now trying to flee, using panicked bystanders for cover.
Dammit, the wound hurt. Fear struck his face like a wave of fire. His legs went limp as he fought to raise his right arm. The Beretta seemed to weigh tons, not ounces.

Pain jarred his senses. He sucked deep breaths of sulfur-laced air and finally forced his finger to work the trigger, which only squeaked, and did not fire.
More squeaks could be heard as he tried to fire again.
Then the world dissolved to black.
Malone awoke, cleared the dream from his mind—one that had recurred many times over the past two years—and studied the bedside clock.
12:43 am.
He was lying atop the bed in his apartment, the nightstand’s lamp still on from when he’d plopped down two hours ago.
Something had roused him. A sound. Part of the dream from Mexico City, yet not.
He heard it again.
Three squeaks in quick succession.
His building was 17th century, completely remodeled a few months ago. From the second to the third floor the new wooden risers now announced themselves in a precise order, like keys on a piano.
Which meant someone was there.
He reached beneath the bed and found the rucksack he always kept at the ready from his Magellan Billet days. Inside, his right hand gripped the Beretta, the same one from Mexico City, a round already chambered.
Another habit he was glad he hadn’t shucked.
He crept from the bedroom.
His fourth-floor apartment was less than a thousand square feet. Besides the bedroom, there was a den, kitchen, bath, and several closets. Lights burned in the den, where a doorway opened to the stairway. His bookshop consumed the ground floor, and the second and third floors were used exclusively for storage and work space.
He found the doorway and hugged the inner jamb.
No sound had revealed his advance, as he’d kept his steps light and his shoes to the carpet runners. He still wore his clothes from yesterday. He’d worked late last night after a busy Saturday before Christmas. It was good to be a bookseller again. That was supposedly his profession now. So why was he holding a gun in the middle of the night, every one of his senses telling him danger was nearby?
He risked a glance through the doorway. Stairs led to a landing, then angled downward. He’d switched off the lights earlier before climbing up for the night, and there were no three-way switches. He cursed himself for not including some during the remodeling. One thing that had been added was a metal banister lining the stair’s outer edge.
He fled the apartment and slid down the slick brass rail to the next landing. No sense announcing his presence with more creaks from other wooden risers.
Carefully, he glanced down into the void.
Dark and quiet.
He slid to the next landing and worked his way around to where he could spy the third floor. Amber lights from Højbro Plads leaked in through the building’s front windows and lit the space beyond the doorway with an orange halo. He kept his inventory there—books bought from people who, every day, lugged them in by the boxload. “Buy for cents, sell for euros.” That was the used-book business. Do it enough and you made money. Even better, every once in a while a real treasure arrived inside one of the boxes. Those he kept on the second floor, in a locked room. So unless someone had forced that door, whoever was here had fled into the open third floor.
He slid down the last railing and assumed a position outside the third-floor doorway. The room beyond, maybe forty by twenty feet, was littered with boxes stacked several feet high.
“What do you want?” he asked, his back pressed to the outer wall.
He wondered if it had only been the dream that had sparked his alert. Twelve years as a Justice Department agent had certainly stamped paranoia on his personality, and the last two weeks had taken a toll—one he hadn’t bargained for but had accepted as the price of truth.
“Tell you what,” he said. “I’m going back upstairs. Whoever you are, if you want something, come on up. If not, get the hell out of my shop.”
More silence.
He started for the stairs.
“I came to see you,” a male said from inside the storage room.
He stopped and noted the voice’s nuances. Young. Late twenties, early thirties. American, with a trace of an accent. And calm. Just matter-of-fact.
“So you break into my shop?”
“I had to.”
The voice was close now, just on the other side of the doorway. He retreated from the wall and aimed the gun, waiting for the speaker to show himself.
A shadowy form appeared in the doorway.
Medium height, thin, wearing a waist-length coat. Short hair. Hands at his sides, both empty. The face blocked by the night.
He kept the gun aimed and said, “I need a name.”
“Sam Collins.”
“What do you want?”
“Henrik Thorvaldsen is in trouble.”
“What else is new?”
“People are coming to kill him.”
“What people?”
“We have to get to Thorvaldsen.”
He kept the gun aimed, finger on the trigger. If Sam Collins so much as shuddered he’d cut him down. But he had a feeling, the sort agents acquired through hard-fought experience, one that told him this young man was not lying.
“What people?” he asked again.
“We need to go to him.”
He heard glass break from below.
“Another thing,” Sam Collins said. “Those people. They’re coming after me, too.”
Chapter Two
bastia, corsica
1:05 am
Graham Ashby stood atop the Place du Dujon and admired the tranquil harbor. Around him, crumbly pastel houses were stacked like crates among churches, the olden structures overshadowed by the plain stone tower that had become his perch. His yacht, Archimedes, lay at anchor half a kilometer away in the Vieux Port. He admired its sleek, illuminated silhouette against the silvery water. Winter’s second night had spawned a cool dry wind from the north that swept across Bastia. A holiday stillness hung heavy, Christmas was only two days away, but he could not care less.
The Terra Nova, once Bastia’s center of military and administrative activity, had now become a quarter of affluence with lofty apartments and trendy shops lining a maze of cobbled streets. A few years ago, he’d almost invested in the boom, but decided against it. Real estate, especially along the Mediterranean shoreline, no longer brought the return it once had.
He gazed northeast at the Jetée du Dragon, an artificial quay that had not existed just a few decades ago. To build it, engineers had destroyed a giant lion-shaped rock dubbed the Leone, which once blocked the harbor and had figured prominently in many pre-twentieth-century engravings. When Archimedes had cruised into the protected waters two hours ago, he’d quickly spotted the unlit castle keep upon which he now stood—built by the island’s 14th century Genoese governors—and wondered if tonight would be the night.
He hoped so.
Corsica was not one of his favorite places. Nothing but a mountain springing from the sea, 115 miles long, 52 miles wide, 5,500 square miles, 600 miles of coast. Its geography varied from alpine peaks to deep gorges, pine forests, glacial lakes, pastures, fertile valleys, and even some desert. At one time or another Greeks, Carthaginians, Romans, Aragonese, Italians, Brits, and the French had conquered, but none had ever subjugated the island’s rebellious spirit.
Another reason why he’d passed on investing. Far too many variables in this unruly French département.
The industrious Genoese founded Bastia in 1380 and built fortresses to protect it, his tower perch one of the last remaining. The town had served as the capital of the island until 1791, when Napoleon decided that his birthplace, Ajaccio, in the south, would be better. He knew the locals had still not forgiven the little emperor for that transgression.
He buttoned his Armani overcoat and stood close to a medieval parapet. His tailored shirt, trousers, and sweater clung to his fifty-eight-year-old frame with a reassuring feel. He bought all his ensembles at Kingston & Knight, as had his father and grandfather. Yesterday a London barber had spent half an hour trimming his gray mane, eliminating those pale waves that seemed to make him look older. He was proud at how he retained the appearance and vigor of a more youthful man and, as he continued to gaze out past a dark Bastia, at the Tyrrhenian Sea, he savored the satisfaction of a man who’d truly arrived.
He glanced at his watch.
He’d come to solve a mystery, one that had tantalized treasure hunters for more than sixty years, and he detested tardiness.
He heard footsteps from the nearby staircase that angled its way twenty meters upward. During the day, tourists climbed to gawk at the scenery and snap pictures. At this hour no one visited.
A man appeared in the weak light.
He was small, with a headful of bushy hair. Two deep lines cut the flesh from above the nostrils to his mouth. His skin was as brown as a walnut shell, the dark pigments heightened by a white mustache.
And he was dressed like a cleric.
The skirts of a black soutane swished as he walked closer.
“Lord Ashby, I apologize for my lateness, but it could not be helped.”
“A priest?” he asked, pointing to the robe.
“I thought a disguise best for tonight. Few ask questions of them.” The man grabbed a few breaths, winded from the climb.
Ashby had selected this hour with great care and timed his arrival with English precision. But everything was now out of kilter by nearly half an hour.
“I detest unpleasantness,” he said, “but sometimes a frank, face-to-face discussion is necessary.” He pointed a finger. “You, sir, are a liar.”
“That I am. I freely admit.”
“You cost me time and money, neither of which I like to expend.”
“Unfortunately, Lord Ashby, I find myself in short supply of both.” The man paused. “And I knew you needed my help.”
Last time he’d allowed this man to learn too much.
A mistake.
Something had happened in Corsica on September 15, 1943. Six crates were brought west from Italy by boat. Some said they were dumped into the sea, near Bastia, others believed they were hauled ashore. All accounts agreed that five Germans participated. Four of them were court-martialed for leaving the treasure in a place that would soon be in Allied hands, and they were shot. The fifth was exonerated. Unfortunately he was not privy to the final hiding place, so he searched in vain for the rest of his life.
As had many others.
“Lies are all the weapons I possess,” the Corsican made clear. “It’s what keeps powerful men like you at bay.”
“Old man—”
“I dare say, I’m not much older than you. Though my status is not as infamous. Quite a reputation you have, Lord Ashby.”
He acknowledged the observation with a nod. He understood what an image could do to, and for, a person. His family had, for three centuries, possessed a controlling interest in one of England’s oldest lending institutions. He was now the sole holder of that interest. The British press once described his luminous gray eyes, Roman nose, and flick of a smile as the visage of an aristocrat. A reporter a few years ago labeled him imposing, while another described him as swarthy and saturnine. He didn’t necessarily mind the reference to his dark complexion—something his half-Turkish mother had bestowed upon him—but it bothered him that he might be regarded as sullen and morose.
“I assure you, good sir,” he said. “I am not a man you should fear.”
The Corsican laughed. “I should hope not. Violence would accomplish nothing. After all, you seek Rommel’s gold. Quite a treasure. And I might know where it waits.”
This man was as obtrusive as he was observant. But he was also an admitted liar. “You led me on a tangent.”
The dark form laughed. “You were pushing hard. I can’t afford any public attention. Others could know. This is a small island and, if we find this treasure, I want to be able to keep my portion.”
This man worked for the Assemblée de Corse, out of Ajaccio. A minor official in the Corsican regional government, who possessed convenient access to a great deal of information.
“And who would take what we find from us?” he asked.
“People here, in Bastia, who continue to search. More who live in France and Italy. Men have died for this treasure.”
This fool apparently preferred conversations to move slowly, offering mere hints and suggestions, leading by tiny degrees to his point.
But Ashby did not have the time.
He signaled and another man exited the stairway. He wore a charcoal overcoat that blended well with his stiff gray hair. His eyes were piercing, his thin face tapered to a pointed chin. He walked straight to the Corsican and stopped.
“This is Mr. Guildhall,” Ashby said. “Perhaps you recall him from our last visit?”
The Corsican extended his hand, but Guildhall kept his hands in his coat pockets.
“I do,” the Corsican said. “Does he ever smile?”
Ashby shook his head. “Terrible thing. A few years ago Mr. Guildhall was involved in a nasty altercation, during which his face and neck were slashed. He healed, as you can see, but the lasting effect was nerve damage that prevents the muscles in his face from fully functioning. Hence, no smile.”
“And the person who slashed him?”
“Ah, an excellent inquiry. Quite dead. Broken neck.”
He saw that his point had been made, so he turned to Guildhall and asked, “What did you find?”
His employee removed a small volume from his pocket and handed it over. In the weak light he noted the faded title, in French. Napoleon, From the Tuileries to St. Helena. One of countless memoirs that had appeared in print after Napoleon died in 1821.
“How . . . did you get that?” the Corsican asked.

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Interviews & Essays

Turnabout Is Fair Play, Especially in Marriage

I'm frequently asked about research and whether I actually travel to the places in the novels. The answer I always provide is that my wife, Elizabeth, and I make at least one trip per book --- targeted at a specific locale.

For The Paris Vendetta we spent 4 days in the City of Light.

The Eiffel Tower plays a critical role in The Paris Vendetta. Some exciting action sequences occur atop it's 900 foot summit. To visit the uppermost platform you have to ride a glass-enclosed, exterior elevator. The experience can be unnerving since it feels like you're literally floating in the air. Combine that with a car usually packed with nervous people, and the ride can become traumatic.

Especially for someone with a fear of heights, like Elizabeth.

She'd never taken the elevator to the top of the Eiffel Tower, and when we began the ascent, I spotted a mild look of panic in her eye. At times the tower itself can actually sway, so when the girders moved, Elizabeth's panic quickly evolved into terror.

At the summit, she immediately wanted to go back down.

But we couldn't. I told her that I needed to figure out how to kill a bunch of people up there, and she was just going to have to suck it up for an hour. Of course, this comment immediately garnered the attention of security, who, after I explained the situation, were most helpful. Elizabeth sat on one of the steel supports, cowed in the fetal position most of the time, with a guard for company. I spent an hour discovering what I needed, then we left.

Was I insensitive? Selfish? Not caring about my wife's fears? Let me tell you the rest of the story.

A few years ago, on our honeymoon, we visited Ukraine. There, we toured underground caverns occupied by resistance fighters during World War II -- miles of tunnels, a hundred feet below the surface. A literal rat maze of narrow, low-ceilinged passageways, constructed to confuse any invader with multiple dead ends and few or no exits.

The group we were with numbered about 50, led by a local woman. The way was lit by bare light bulbs, spaced every twenty feet, and our guide carried no flashlight. When I asked what would happen if the power was interrupted I was told not to worry, that never happens. Not a good answer.

Never before had I been a hundred feet below the earth, with no way out. Compounding this was the prospect of staying there another hour and the possibility that the power could go off at any time.

I discovered that I did not like it.

The mild look of panic in my eye that day rapidly gestated into terror.

I told Elizabeth I wanted to leave.

And what did my loving wife say?

"You big baby. I want to see what's down here, so you're just going to have to suck it up for an hour."

So you see, what goes around truly does come back around. --Steve Berry
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  • Posted November 17, 2009

    more from this reviewer

    The latest Cotton Malone thriller is awinner

    Danish billionaire Henrik Thorvaldsen obsesses over the terrorist incident in Mexico City that left seven dead including his son. He cannot move on as the brain behind the assault has remained free although he now knows who he is.

    Henrik sends apparently fired Secret Service Agent Sam Collins to break into the Copenhagen bookstore owned by former United States Department of Justice (DOJ) operative Cotton Malone. The grieving Dane hopes to obtain Malone's cooperation to help bring down the killer Lord Ashby who has ties to a financial cartel the Paris Club planning an assault on the global economy for avaricous gains that the DOJ hopes to counter. The starting point in the plan is a plot to destroy a landmark that could kill hundreds; war is usury profitable for the finance community.

    With terrific ties to Napoleon in Corsica and an exciting action packed story line, the latest Cotton Malone thriller (see The Charlemagne Pursuit) is a fun read. Filled with twists and over the top of the Eiffel Tower villains, fans will enjoy Malone's newest retirement caper mindful of War, Inc and If Looks Could Kill although not a satire. Malone teams up with a grieving angry father and a First Amendment conspiracy buff to thwart the latest capitalist plot to have the masses finance war with money and blood so the affluent can make outrageous profits.

    Harriet Klausner

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 21, 2010

    Historical fictional thriller with ties to present times in a smooth, easy read.

    I love Steve Berry. He is excellent at mixing fictional thriller with historical accuracy in his plot lines.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 23, 2012

    Definitely recommended

    For those who like to follow Cotton paced and exciting. As in other of these books the weaving of history and action is irresistible. Not my favorite of the Series but well worth the read

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 9, 2011

    Enjoyable read

    A good historical thriller. Even though the villians weren't as villianous as in some of Berry's other books it was good. I appreciated the lack of bad language that sometimes permeates this genre.

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  • Posted June 3, 2010

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    An easy and great read and i recommend it to anyone who likes a little bit of history to get a thrill out of his books.

    The Paris Vendetta by Steve Berry - Book 5 in the Cotton Malone Series

    This is Cotton Malone's fifth adventure: Once again, Steve Barry involves Henry Harold Earl (Cotton) Malone, former Justice Department agent and now a bookseller in Copenhagen.

    The Book opens with the last days of Napoleon. As Napoleon enters The great Pyramid of Giza, he is given an oracle that deeply troubles him. In St Helena. Louis Etienne Saint-Dennis is his personal valet and confident. Saint Dennis inherits 400 books from Napoleon after his death--one of which is The Merovignian Kingdoms 450-471 AD.

    Present time, Sam Collins, a CIA rookie agent enters Cotton Malone's bookstore and requests him to come aid his old and dear friend, Henrik Thorvaldsen.

    As Sam and Cotton arrive to the Thorvaldsen estate, Henry has killed Armando Cabral and his associate. These people were responsible for Thorvaldsen's son, Cai, death in Mexico City because he was in love with a Mexican D. A., Elena Ramírez Rico--who had evidence against Lord Graham Ashby.

    Ashby had lost a lot of money, but just managed to recover Rommel's Gold, a fortune lost in WWII worth about 100 million Euros. Ashby, who belongs to the Club Has had his mistress, Caroline Dodd, decipher the clues as they obtain The Merovignian Kingdoms 450-471 AD. They are going to share it with the Paris Club.

    Elisa Laroque the head of The Paris Club, and has recruiting the richest and most influential men of the 21st century. She is a Corsican, just like Napoleon, and her ancestral family: starting with Pozzo Di Borgio. The Di Borgio's and the Bonaparte's fought each other and the Di Borgio's got the bad end of the deal. Since then, there is a Vendetta to avenge their name and take revenge on Napoleon. It deals with the loot left by Napoleon--which has never been found.

    Thorvaldsen infiltrates the club and tells Elisa Laroque that he wants to join. He had Ashby bugged and says that he is a security leak. Elisa starts doubting Ashby when he keeps the The Merovignian Kingdoms 450-471 AD book from the club.

    Danish billionaire Henrik Thorvaldsen, a friend of Malone's, has become consumed with finding out who masterminded the slaughter outside a Mexico City courthouse two years earlier that killed seven people, including his young diplomat son, Cai. Once he learns that a wealthy British aristocrat, Ashby, was behind the outrage, Thorvaldsen gets entangled in the Paris Club's conspiracy that involves an elite group of ruthless financial experts planning to destabilize the global economy, a terrorist plot to destroy a European landmark, The Tour Eiffel, with the Paris club inside; and a legendary cache hidden by Napoleon. Malone soon finds himself in a desperate struggle to save not only Thorvaldsen's life but the lives of countless innocents as well.

    An easy and great read and i recommend it to anyone who likes a little bit of history to get a thrill out of his books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2010

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    Paris just okay.

    This book was okay but lacked the excitement and thrilling aspects of previous Malone series books. I will still read the sixth installment and hope we see more of the previous characters than we did in this book. Where was Vitt?

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  • Posted February 20, 2010

    Who was coming up the stairs?

    Good continuation from the last book.
    Sad tp say goodbye to a favorite character. I wait to see what happens next with our heroes.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 22, 2012

    You can count of Steve Berry@

    Another exciting Cotton Malone thriller, always moving from location to locations, and getting the job done@@

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  • Posted July 21, 2012

    Highly recommended - check it out !

    I enjoye all of the Cotton Malone series

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  • Posted September 7, 2011


    Cotton Malone is alive and well! This book was just full of action, another Steve Berry page turner!!!

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  • Posted July 1, 2011

    better than....

    charlemagne pursuit

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  • Posted June 16, 2011


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  • Posted April 7, 2011

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    OK read

    I felt like this was the weakest of the Cotton Malone series. Slow to start and story line was mired in angst for the first 150 pages. Hate to sound critical but the others in this series have been so full of excitement, fast-paced and interesting. My opinion only.

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  • Posted February 7, 2011

    Current day triller with intetesting historical reference.

    Clear demarcation between the good guys and the bad guys. With the bad guys self absorbed in finding and taking treasure rightfully belonging to the people of France. Typical domestic and foreign agency rivalry is kept at minimum to look at the bigger picture to capture an intl terrorist who eventually decides to chase the aforeto lost treasure. Sub plots develop between agents and their counterpart on a personal level, adding more excitement to an already dangerous situtations as agents must check their feelings over the objectives of the mission. Heart warming action and dialogue with cleverly discussed results and one profound end result that will shake readers who follow this series. Good read. Lays ground work for future character development.

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  • Posted January 27, 2011

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    Historical treasure hunt

    Facinating and intriguing treasure hunts and secret society story. Once again in this book there is alot of detail and history - this time of Nepolian. While the story is gribbing, there are parts of the "history and background" that I got somewhat lost in. But overall a good book.

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  • Posted December 1, 2010

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    Not up to par for Berry.

    I'm sad to say it, folks, Mr. Berry has let me down. Something about The Paris Vendetta, the fifth book in the Cotton Malone series, did not catch me as his previous books have. I wasn't hooked, I wasn't excited or thrilled or anticipating the next turn of events.

    The Paris Vendetta follows former agent Cotton Malone as he's rudely awoken in the middle of the night by a stranger who says his good friend Henrik sent him. So begins a European cat-and-mouse game between Cotton, Henrik, and a dangerous group of wealthy semi-terrorists called The Paris Club who are searching for the lost riches of the Emperor Napoleon who hid the location in riddles in books before he died. Intriguing? Most definitely. A classic Steve Berry idea? For sure. Executed with his usual swagger and panache? Not this time.

    Too many twists and turns and a convoluted plot map made the novel meander at times, tripping over its own ideas and details. A regular series character was not present, and several references were made to some trip or project Cotton had been working on over the last two weeks, but we're never told what that project was, nor what resulted from it and why it effected Cotton the way it did. If they were making veiled references to the previous book in the series, they were strange and a little less opacity would have been nice. Likewise, Cotton's son is mentioned but completely abandoned later in the book.

    I'm really disappointed in the way The Paris Vendetta fell flat for me. The pulse and energy I've come to associate with his books was lacking. I usually adore Berry's books and I can't say the same about this one. Hard to know what to expect from his next, The Emperor's Tomb.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2010

    This is painful to listen to!

    The story is good, but the narrator is awful!! He should not be allowed to narrate anything other than Edgar Allen Poe. During one of the early action scenes, his slow, monotone narration made it so uneventful I almost stopped listening.

    As a parent of a toddler, I enjoy audio books during my commute, so I can honestly say I have listened to enough books of this genre to appreciate a good narrator who adds to the experience or at least doesn't ruin it. This guy is not one such narrator.

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  • Posted February 20, 2010

    Another Steve Berry smash hit!

    Typical of his other Cotton Malone stories, Mr. Berry, captures the mind with his ability to spin a good story line while also keeping factual evidence in line. His writing leads you into wanting more. (Which is good from his perspective as well as ours as his readers!) I listen while driving in my car and often find myself sitting at my destination for several minutes until I can find a 'good' place to turn the car off. Frequently I'm there for longer than anticipated!

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  • Posted February 20, 2010

    Steve Berry Does it Again!!!

    I have enjoyed the development of Cotton Malone through Steve Berry's series of historic thrillers. He has developed several characters through these books who have helped Cotton Malone through the many historicaly based trials and tribulations he has been forced to face. Malone is supposed to be a retired goverment agent living in Europe as a seller of old books in his own store in Copenhagen, Denmark. New and exciting adventures seem to come his way with each new adventure. Each book in the series builds upon the next. You can read this series from the lastest installment the Paris Vendetta or from any other books in the series in any order. I think which each subsequent adventure they get better and better. I really like at the ned of each book as he interjects what is real and what is not conserning historical details and locations. Many would be surprised as too how much is real in these exciting enjoyable novels.

    I am also a big fan of Dan Brown and his adventures with Proffessor Langdon. If you enjoy the works of Dan Brown you will absolutely enjoy the works of Steve Berry as well.

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