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Treasure (Dirk Pitt Series #9)

Treasure (Dirk Pitt Series #9)

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by Clive Cussler

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Charts of lost gold...breathtaking art and rare
volumes...maps of hidden oil and mineral deposits that
could change the world's balance of power.
Now DIRK PITT discovers the secret trail of the
treasures of Alexandria -- a trail that plunges him into a
brutal conspiracy for total domination of the globe. Zealots
threaten to unseat the


Charts of lost gold...breathtaking art and rare
volumes...maps of hidden oil and mineral deposits that
could change the world's balance of power.
Now DIRK PITT discovers the secret trail of the
treasures of Alexandria -- a trail that plunges him into a
brutal conspiracy for total domination of the globe. Zealots
threaten to unseat the governments of Egypt and Mexico,
exposing America to invasion and economic collapse.
Suddenly, from East to West, anarchists reach their deadly
tentacles into the heart of the United States.
And DIRK PITT, the hard-hitting hero of Clive Cussler's
smash bestsellers Sahara and Inca Gold, is up against the
most feared assassin known to man. An international band
of terrorists is making its play for world power on the high
seas -- and Pitt is the only man alive who can stop them!

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
When the great Library of Alexandria was ordered sacked in A.D. 391, could some of its fabulous art treasures and volumes from its magnificent library have escaped the flames and been ferried across the Atlantic? It's an improbable if intriguing notion, but probability is not the strong suit of this wild charade of a novel that features the greatest treasure hunt of all timesome 1600 years after the fabulous riches disappeared. The narrative also encompasses the bloody attempts of two supposedly religious fanatics (who turn out to be brothers in a ``criminal dynasty'') to seize power in Egypt and Mexico, respectively; the kidnapping of the legitimate presidents of those two countries aboard a cruise ship; and the dazzling exploits of the green-eyed Dirk Pitt, a super-James Bond type whom ``no woman could completely possess.'' These exploits include tracking the cruise ship to Tierra del Fuego, defeating, with the aid of some Special Forces agents, hordes of Arab and Mexican terrorists in several brutal encounters, and locating and saving the treasure. It's essentially schoolboy stuff, and it leads one to surmise that Cussler, author of the bestselling Cyclops, may have been so intent on packing his tale with action that he forgot about credibility altogether. Paperback rights to Pocket Books; Literary Guild main selection. (April)
From the Publisher
Publishers Weekly

"Dazzling exploits... A novel that features the greatest treasure hunt of all time...."

The Washington Post

"Cruising speed in TREASURE is pedal-to-the- metal fast forward.... Cussler moves the players around the global chessboard with a compelling clarity that keeps you captivated.... His shoot- outs are first rate.... And the conclusion is gangbusters."

Chicago Tribune

"Action-packed.... Cussler has developed and patented a vibrant, rollicking narrative style that seldom shows signs of relenting...."

Detroit Free Press

"TREASURE will raise goosebumps on readers. ...Spine-tingling... suspenseful!"

Associated Press

"There's 'treasure' to be found in Chive Cussler's iatest novel, and it's not the discovery of the golden casket of Alexander the Great.... The true treasure is Dirk Pitt."

South Bend Tribune

"A first-rate story told by a first-class writer."

Los Angeles Times Book Review

"Slick, searing and shocking.... We're off and running in a race to see which superpower uncovers the treasure's hiding place first. You name it, you've got it in TREASURE.... [A} slam-bang rouser."

New York Daily News

"An ingenious roller-coaster of a story.... And Pitt, an Indiana Jones with 007 tastes, has never been better. This one will cost readers precious sleep. Guaranteed."

Chattanooga News-Free Press

"An action-filled feast of enviable proportions.... High suspense and engrossing drama.... Cussler has the ability to keep the reader flipping pages well past his regular bedtime."

Denver Post

"A four-star page turner...."

Product Details

Gale Group
Publication date:
Dirk Pitt Series , #9
Edition description:
Large Print
Product dimensions:
5.60(w) x 8.60(h) x 1.60(d)

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From Chapter 4

Back in the galley, one of the flight attendants tilted her head, listening.

"What's that funny noise coming from the cockpit?" she asked.

Gary Rubin, the chief steward, stepped into the aisle and faced toward the bow of the plane. He could hear what sounded like a continuous, muffled roar, almost like rushing water in the distance.

Ten seconds after the imposter's exodus, the timer on the actuator set the hydraulic arm in motion, closing the hatch in the hell hole and cutting off the strange sound.

"It stopped," he said. "I don't hear it any more."

"What do you suppose it was?"

"Can't say. I've never heard anything quite like it. For a moment I thought we might have suffered a pressure leak."

A passenger call light came on and the flight attendant brushed back her blond hair and stepped into the main cabin. "Maybe you better check it out with the captain," she said over her shoulder.

Rubin hesitated, remembering Lemke's order not to bother the flight crew except for a matter of importance. Better safe than sorry. The welfare of the passengers came first. He lifted the intercom phone to his ear and pressed the cockpit call button.

"Captain, Chief Steward here. We've just experienced a weird noise forward of the main cabin. Is there a problem?" He received no reply.

He tried three times, but the receiver remained dead. He stood there at a loss for several moments, wondering why the flight cabin did not respond. In twelve years of flying, this was a new experience for him.

He was still trying to fathom the mystery when the flight attendant rushed up and said something. At first he ignored her, but the urgency inher voice got through to him.

"What...what did you say?"

"We're over land!"


"Directly beneath us," she said, eyes blank with confusion. "A passenger pointed it out to me."

Rubin shook his head doubtfully. "Impossible. We have to be over the middle of the ocean. He probably saw lights from fishing boats. The captain said we might spot them during our descent for the meteorology study."

"See for yourself," she pleaded. "The ground is coming up fast. I think we're landing."

He stepped over to the galley window and looked down. Instead of the dark waters of the Atlantic there was a glimmer of white. A vast sheet of ice was slipping under the aircraft no more than 240 meters below. It was near enough for the ice crystals to reflect the strobe flashes from the navigation lights. He froze, uncomprehending, trying to make some sense out of what his eyes told him was true.

If this was an emergency landing, why hadn't the captain alerted the main cabin crew? The "Fasten Seat Belts" and "No Smoking" signs had not been turned on.

Almost all of the U.N. passengers were awake, reading or engaged in conversation. Only Hala Kamil was sound asleep. Several representatives from Mexico, returning from an economic mission to the World Bank headquarters, were huddled around a table in the tail section. Director of Foreign Financing Miguel Salazar talked in grim undertones. The atmosphere around the table was dampened by defeat. Mexico had suffered a disastrous economic collapse and was going through technical bankruptcy with no monetary aid in sight.

Dread flared within Rubin, and the words rushed from his mouth: "What in hell is going on?"

The flight attendant mirrored his dread. Her face paled and her eyes widened. "Shouldn't we begin emergency procedures?"

"Don't alarm the passengers. Not yet anyway. Let me check with the captain first."

"Is there time?"

"I don't know."

Controlling his fear, Rubin walked quickly, almost at a jog, toward the cockpit, faking a bored yawn to divert any passenger's curiosity at his rapid step. He whipped the curtain closed that shielded the boarding entryway from the main cabin. Then he tried the door. It was locked.

He frantically rapped his knuckles against the door. No one answered from inside. He stared dumbly at the thin barrier that blocked the cockpit, his mind an incredulous blank; and then, in a flash of desperation, he lashed out his foot and kicked in the door.

The flimsy panel was built to open outward, but the blow smashed it against the inner bulkhead. Rubin stepped over the threshold and stared into the cramped space of the cockpit.

Disbelief, bewilderment, fear, horror: they swirled through his mind like a flood hurtling through a shattered dam.

One swift glance took in Hartley slumped at his panel, Oswald stretched on the floor, face up, eyes staring sightlessly at the cabin roof. Lemke had seemingly vanished.

Rubin stumbled over Oswald's body, leaned across the empty pilot's seat, and stared terror-struck through the windshield.

The massive summit of the Hofsjokull glacier loomed beyond the bow of the aircraft less than ten miles away. The flickering northern lights silhouetted the rising ice, staining the uneven surface with ghostly shades of gray and green. Driven by desperation and panic, the steward threw himself into the pilot's seat and grimly clutched the control column. He pulled the wheel toward his chest.

Nothing happened.

The column refused to give, yet, strangely, the altimeter showed a slow but steady increase in altitude. He yanked at the wheel again, but harder this time. It gave slightly. He was stunned by the unyielding pressure.

There was no time to think straight. He was too inexperienced to realize he was trying to override the automatic pilot with brute strength when only twenty-five pounds of pressure was required to overpower it.

The sharp, cold air made the glacier appear near enough to reach out and touch. He pushed the throttles forward and hauled back on the control column again. It gave sluggishly, like the wheel of a speeding car that lost its power steering, and inched back.

With agonizing slowness the Boeing lifted its nose and swept past the icy peak with less than a hundred feet to spare.

Down on the glacier, the man who had murdered the bona fide Flight 106 pilot, Dale Lemke, in London and taken his place, peered into the distance through a pair of night glasses. The northern lights had faded to a dim glow, but the uneven rim of the Hofsjokull still showed against the sky.

The air was hushed with expectancy. The only sounds came from the two-man crew who were loading the lights and transmitter beacon into the hull of a helicopter.

Suleiman Aziz Ammar's eyes became accustomed to the darkness, and he could make out the broken ridges scarring the wall of the ice floe.

Ammar stood like a statue, counting the seconds, waiting for the small speck of flame that would mark the crash of Flight 106.

But the distant fireball did not materialize.

Finally Ammar lowered the glasses and sighed. The stillness of the glacier spread around him, cold and remote. He pulled off the gray-haired wig and threw it into the darkness. Next he removed a pair of specially handcrafted boots and took out the four-inch risers in the heels. He became aware of his servant and friend, Ibn Telmuk, standing beside him.

"Good makeup job, Suleiman, I wouldn't recognize you," said Ibn, a swarthy type with a curly mass of ebony hair.

"The equipment loaded?" Ammar asked.

"All secured. Was the mission a success?"

"A minor miscalculation. The plane somehow cleared the crest. Allah has given Miss Kamil a few more minutes of life."

"Akhmad Yazid will not be pleased."

"Kamil will die as planned," Ammar said confidently. "Nothing was left to chance."

"The plane still flies."

"Even Allah can't keep it in the air indefinitely."

"You have failed," said a new voice.

Ammar swung and stared into the frozen scowl of Muhammad Ismail. The Egyptian's round face was a curious blend of malevolence and childish innocence. The beady black eyes gazed with evil intensity over a heavy moustache, but they lacked the power of penetration. Bravado without substance, a facade of toughness, pulling a trigger was his only skill.

Ammar had had little choice in working with Ismail. The obscure village mullah had been forced on him by Akhmad Yazid. The Islamic idol hoarded his trust like a miser, rationing it out only to those he believed possessed a fighting spirit and a traditionalist's devotion to the original laws of Islam. Firm religious traits meant more to Yazid than competency and professionalism.

Ammar professed to being a true believer of the faith, but Yazid was wary of him. The assassin's habit of talking to Moslem leaders as though they were mortal equals did not sit well with Yazid. He insisted that Ammar carry out his death missions under the guarded eye of Ismail.

Ammar had accepted his watchdog without protest. He was a master at the game of deceit. He quickly reversed Ismail's role into that of a dupe for his own intelligence purposes. But the stupidity of Arabs was a constant irritation to Ammar. Cold, analytical reasoning was beyond them. He shook his head wearily and then patiently explained the situation to Ismail.

"Events can happen beyond our control. An updraft, a malfunction in the automatic pilot or altimeters, a sudden change in the wind. A hundred different variables could have caused the plane to miss the peak. But all probabilities were considered. The automatic pilot is locked on a course toward the pole. No more than ninety minutes of air time is left."

"And if someone discovers the bodies in the cockpit and one of the passengers knows how to fly?" Ismail persisted.

"The dossiers of all on the plane were carefully examined. None indicated any pilot experience. Besides, I smashed the radio and navigation instruments. Anyone attempting to take control will be lost. No compass, no landmarks to give them a direction. Hala Kamil and her U.N. bedfellows will vanish in the cold waters of the Arctic sea."

"There is no hope for survival?" asked Ismail.

"None," said Ammar firmly. "Absolutely none."

Copyright © 1988 by Clive Cussler Enterprises, Inc.

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Meet the Author

Clive Cussler is the author or coauthor of over fifty previous books in five bestselling series, including Dirk Pitt®, NUMA® Files, Oregon® Files, Isaac Bell, and Sam and Remi Fargo. His nonfiction works include Built for Adventure: The Classic Automobiles of Clive Cussler and Dirk Pitt, and Built to Thrill: More Classic Automobiles from Clive Cussler and Dirk Pitt, plus The Sea Hunters and The Sea Hunters II; these describe the true adventures of the real NUMA, which, led by Cussler, searches for lost ships of historic significance. With his crew of volunteers, Cussler has discovered more than sixty ships, including the long-lost Confederate ship Hunley. He lives in Colorado and Arizona.

Brief Biography

Phoenix, Arizona
Date of Birth:
July 15, 1931
Place of Birth:
Aurora, Illinois
Pasadena City College; Ph.D., Maritime College, State University of New York, 1997

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First off I have to say that Dirk Pitt is easily the suaviest hero ever. He delivers clever one liners better than 007'which is tough'. The story is fast and furious with plenty of characters. The action scenes are very thrilling and the whole driving down the ski slope is just awesome. The climax is also very well done. The ending line leaves you smiling and saying, 'Pitt is just amazing.' It's my new favorite book and it will be difficult to overcome it'though I'm almost a quarter into Dragon and it's very entertaining'. Indiana Jones fans will love the classic moments in this novel and it's well worth your time
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One of Cusslers best! It is a great book. This was my first Cussler book and one bite got me hooked. If you like an adventure with a little background history i really recomend this book for you. Plenty of action but nothing too gory. Over all very good book.
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As far as adventure novels go it's hard to beat Clive Cussler, and 'Treasure' is one of his best. I've read all the Cussler novels and although this one's not my favorite I was in no way disappointed, and neither will you. I try to save my five star ratings for the few books that really impress me each year and this one was close for this genre. Well Done!
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This novel features an intriguing back-story, a worthy adversary, plot twists galore, and the fast-paced action that one expects from Cussler. One of the five best 'Dirk Pitt' novels.