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Eagle Strike (Alex Rider Series #4)

Eagle Strike (Alex Rider Series #4)

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by Anthony Horowitz, Simon Prebble (Narrated by)

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Alex Rider is an orphan turned teen superspy who's saving the world one mission at a time—from #1 New York Times bestselling author! 

Sir Damian Cray is a philanthropist, peace activist, and the world's most famouspop star. But still it's not enough. He needs more if he is to save the world. Trouble is, only Alex Rider


Alex Rider is an orphan turned teen superspy who's saving the world one mission at a time—from #1 New York Times bestselling author! 

Sir Damian Cray is a philanthropist, peace activist, and the world's most famouspop star. But still it's not enough. He needs more if he is to save the world. Trouble is, only Alex Rider recognizes that it's the world that needs saving from Sir Damian Cray. Underneath the luster of glamour and fame lies a twisted mind, ready to sacrifice the world for his beliefs. But in the past, Alex has always had the backing of the government. This time, he's on his own. Can one teenager convince the world that the most popular man on earth is a madman bent on destruction-before time runs out?

From the author of Magpie Murders and Moriarty.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Philanthropic pop-star or utter madman? Anthony Horowitz's latest, Eagle Strike: An Alex Rider Adventure finds the teen spy tracking another arch-villain across Europe in an action-packed follow-up to Stormbreaker, Point Blank and Skeleton Key. PW wrote of the debut book, "Readers will cheer for the 14-year-old hero of this spy thriller and stay tuned for his next assignment." Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
In his fourth adventure, Alex Rider strikes out on his own. The fourteen-year-old MI6 agent is vacationing with his girlfriend, Sabina Pleasure, and her family in the south of France when he spots his nemesis, assassin Yassen Gregorovich. That afternoon, Sabina's parents are almost killed when their house blows up. Alex's investigations lead him to philanthropist-celebrity Damian Cray, but MI6 will not act on Alex's suspicions, forcing him to deal with the deadly Cray on his own. Appealing and outrageous action is barely held together with a plot like a colander. Fans will enjoy it, although they might feel popcorn-bloated by the sloppy details that make this novel purely "B-movie" quality. Of course, this episode is no different than the others, and—as in a good B-movie—it is the character of the protagonist that will keep readers engaged. Horowitz adds a new and darker element to Alex's character, promising a different relationship between him and the MI6 in future episodes. VOYA Codes: 3Q 4P M J (Readable without serious defects; Broad general YA appeal; Middle School, defined as grades 6 to 8; Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9). 2003, Philomel, 272p., Ages 11 to 15.
—Nina Lindsay
This fast-paced James Bond-style action/adventure tale begins with an assassination in the Amazon jungle and then fast-forwards 15 years. Reluctant teenage spy Alex Rider is on holiday in the south of France with his girlfriend Sabrina and her parents when the house they have been staying in is blown up. Alex assumes that he is the target because he has spotted his archenemy, a Russian killer, in town, but he learns that Sabrina's father, a journalist who has been working on a story about pop celebrity Damian Cray, was the intended victim. And so the game is on, as Alex sets out to discover what nefarious doings Cray has planned, and of course finds himself in one dangerous situation after another. Highlights include a stint as a matador, a chase on a bicycle (loaded with helpful spy gadgets) through Amsterdam, a perilous trip through a real-life version of Cray's deadly new computer game, and a fight to the death aboard Air Force One. Will Cray succeed in launching nuclear missiles? Only Alex and Sabrina stand in his way. Alex, with his quick mind, spy training, and repertoire of martial arts moves, is unfailingly heroic, and as with his previous outings (Stormbreaker, Point Blank, and Skeleton Key) this entertaining thriller is sure to be popular. It moves at a breakneck pace and will engage even reluctant readers. Can the movie be far behind? (An Alex Rider Adventure). KLIATT Codes: J—Recommended for junior high school students. 2004 (orig. 2003), Penguin, Philomel, 272p., Ages 12 to 15.
—Paula Rohrlick
School Library Journal
Gr 5-10-Alex Rider, a 14-year-old secret agent who has worked for MI6-British military intelligence-returns for his fourth adventure. Vacationing in France with his girlfriend, Sabina Pleasure, and her parents, Alex spots Yassen Gregorovich, a known assassin, and senses something isn't quite right. Before long, Sabina's journalist father is injured in an "accidental" bombing and Alex is thrown into another mystery that involves a devious scheme to annihilate the world. In this heart-racing novel, Horowitz combines fast-paced action with ingenious gadgets that Alex either has on his side or is forced to battle against. The straightforward writing will appeal to a wide audience; the story is intricate enough to entertain older readers, but accessible to younger ones as well. For anyone who has enjoyed Alex's previous adventures, Eagle Strike will prove just as good if not better, and for those who haven't been introduced to this young spy, this book will certainly get them addicted and anxiously awaiting the next installment.-Leigh Ann Morlock, Vernonia School District, OR Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Here's more zippy action and fast-moving drama starring Alex Rider, in the fourth installment of the teenage spy series. This time, 14-year-old Alex saves the world all on his own, without help from MI6, as he accidentally becomes involved with a paid assassin and an insane rock star who's plotting nuclear evil. This episode has Alex thrust into a life-sized computer game in which he himself is the action hero, dodging real spears, and battling snakes and Aztec gods, in a chapter that certainly will appeal to adolescent boys. The final confrontation features Alex trapped inside a hijacked Air Force One with the nuclear warheads already launched. Can Alex destroy them in time? It's all absurd fun that lives up to the excitement young readers have come to expect from Horowitz. (Fiction. 12+)

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Alex Rider Series , #4
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12 - 15 Years

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Eagle Strike

Alex Rider
By Anthony Horowitz


ISBN: 0-142-40292-3

Chapter One

Not My Business

Alex Rider lay on his back, drying out in the midday sun.

He could feel the salt water from his last swim trickling through his hair and evaporating off his chest. His shorts, still wet, clung to him. He was, at that moment, as happy as it is possible to be; one week into a vacation that had been perfect from the moment the plane had touched down in Montpellier and he had stepped out into the brilliance of his first Mediterranean day. He loved the South of France-the intense colors, the smells, the pace of life that hung on to every minute and refused to let go. He hadn't any idea what time it was, except that he was getting hungry and guessed it must soon be time for lunch. There was a brief burst of music as a girl with a radio walked past, and Alex turned his head to follow her. And that was when the sun went in, the sea froze, and the whole world seemed to catch its breath.

He wasn't looking at the girl with the radio. He was looking past her, down to the seawall that divided the beach from the jetty, where a yacht was just pulling in. The yacht was enormous, almost the size of one of the passenger boats that carried tourists up and down the coast. But no tourists would ever set foot on this craft. It was completely uninviting, cruising silently through the water, with tinted glass in the windows and a massive bow that rose up like a solid white wall. A man stood at the very front, staring straight ahead, his face blank. It was a face that Alex recognized instantly.

Yassen Gregorovich.

Alex sat perfectly still, supporting himself on one arm, his hand half buried in the sand. As he watched, a man in his twenties appeared from the cabin and busied himself mooring the boat. He was short and apelike, wearing a T-shirt that showed off the tattoos that completely covered his arms and shoulders. A deckhand? Yassen made no offer to help him with his work. A third man hurried along the jetty to greet the yacht. He was fat and bald, dressed in a cheap white suit. The top of his head had been burned by the sun and the skin had turned an ugly, cancerous red. Yassen saw the man and climbed down, moving like spilled oil. He was wearing blue jeans and a white shirt open at the neck. Other men might have had to struggle to keep their balance walking down the swaying gangplank, but he didn't even hesitate. There was something inhuman about him. With his close-cropped hair, hard blue eyes, and pale, expressionless face, he was obviously no vacationer. But only Alex knew the truth about him. Yassen Gregorovich was a contract killer, the man who had murdered Alex's uncle and forever changed his life. He was wanted all over the world.

So what was he doing here in a little seaside town on the edge of the marshes and lagoons that made up the Camargue? There was nothing in Saint-Pierre apart from beaches, campsites, too many restaurants, and an oversized church that looked more like a fortress.

"Alex? What are you looking at?" Sabina murmured, and Alex had to force himself to turn around, to remember that she was there.

"I'm ..." The words wouldn't come. He didn't know what to say.

"Do you think you could rub a little more sunscreen into my back? I'm overheating...." That was Sabina. Slim, dark-haired, and sometimes much older than her fifteen years. But then she was the sort of girl who had probably swapped toys for boys before she hit eleven. Although she was using SPF 25, she seemed to need more sunscreen rubbed in every fifteen minutes, and somehow it was always Alex who had to do it for her. He glanced quickly at her back, which was in fact perfectly bronzed. She was wearing a bikini made out of so little material that it hadn't bothered with a pattern. Her eyes were covered by a pair of fake Dior sunglasses (which she had bought for a tenth of the price of the real thing), and she had her head buried in The Lord of the Rings. She waved the sunscreen at Alex.

Alex looked back at the yacht. Yassen was shaking hands with the bald man. The deckhand was standing nearby, waiting. Even at this distance Alex could see that Yassen was very much in charge, that when he spoke, the two men listened. Alex had once seen Yassen shoot a man dead just for dropping a package. He still possessed an extraordinary coldness that could neutralize even the hot Mediterranean sun. The strange thing was that there were very few people in the world who would have been able to recognize the Russian. Alex was one of them. Could Yassen's being here have something to do with him?

"Alex ...?" Sabina said. The three men moved away from the boat, heading into the town. Suddenly Alex was on his feet.

"I'll be right back," he said.

"Where are you going?"

"I need a drink."

"I've got water."

"No, I want a Coke."

Even as he swept up his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, Alex knew that this was not a good idea. Yassen Gregorovich might have come to the Camargue because he wanted a vacation. He might have come to murder the local mayor. Either way, it had nothing to do with Alex and it would be crazy to get involved with Yassen again. Alex remembered the promise he had made the last time they had met, on a rooftop in central London. You killed Ian Rider. One day I'll kill you. At the time he had meant it-but that had been then. Right now he didn't want anything to do with Yassen or the world he represented.

And yet ... Yassen was here. Alex had to know why. The three men were walking along the main road, following the line of the sea. Alex doubled back across the sand, passing the white concrete bullring that had struck him as bizarre when he'd first come here-until he had remembered that he was only about a hundred miles from Spain. There was to be a bullfight tonight. People were already lining up at the tiny windows to buy tickets, but he and Sabina had decided they would keep well clear. "I hope the bull wins" had been Sabina's only comment.

Yassen and the two men turned left, disappearing into the town center. Alex quickened his pace, knowing how easy it would be to lose them in the tangle of lanes and alleyways that surrounded the church. He didn't have to be too careful about being seen. Yassen thought he was safe. It was unlikely that, in a crowded vacation resort, he would notice anyone following him. But with Yassen you never knew. Alex felt his heart thumping with every step he took. His mouth was dry, and for once it wasn't the sun that was to blame.

Yassen was gone. Alex looked left and then right. There were people crowding in on him from all sides, pouring out of the shops and into the open-air restaurants that were already serving lunch. The smell of paella filled the air. He cursed himself for hanging back, for not daring to get any closer. The three men could have disappeared inside any of the buildings. Could it be, even, that he had imagined seeing them in the first place? It was a pleasant thought, but it was dashed a moment later when he caught sight of them sitting on a terrace in front of one of the smarter restaurants in the square, the bald man already calling for menus.

Alex walked in front of a shop selling postcards, using the racks as a screen between himself and the restaurant. Next came a café serving snacks and drinks beneath wide, multicolored umbrellas. He edged into it. Yassen and the other two men were now less than ten yards away and Alex could make out more details. The deckhand was pushing bread into his mouth as though he hadn't eaten for a week. The bald man was talking quietly, urgently, waving his fist in the air to emphasize a point. Yassen was listening patiently. With the noise of the crowd all around, Alex couldn't make out a word any of them were saying. He peered around one of the umbrellas and a waiter almost collided with him, letting loose a torrent of angry French. Yassen glanced in his direction and Alex ducked away, afraid that he had drawn attention to himself. A line of plants in wooden tubs divided the café from the restaurant terrace where the men were eating. Alex slipped between two of the tubs and moved quickly into the shadows of the restaurant's interior. He felt safer here, less exposed. The kitchens were right behind him. To one side was a bar and in front of it about a dozen tables, all of them empty. Waiters were coming in and out with plates of food, but all the customers had chosen to eat outside.

Alex looked out through the door. And caught his breath. Yassen had gotten up and was walking purposefully toward him. Had he been spotted? But then he saw that Yassen was holding something: a cell phone. He must have received a call and was coming into the restaurant to take it privately. Another few steps and he would reach the door. Alex looked around him and saw an alcove screened by a beaded curtain. He pushed through it and found himself in a storage area just big enough to conceal him. Mops, buckets, cardboard boxes, and empty wine bottles crowded around him. The beads shivered and became still. Yassen was suddenly there.

"I arrived twenty minutes ago," he was saying. He was speaking English with only a very slight trace of a Russian accent. "Franco was waiting for me. The address is confirmed and everything has been arranged." There was a pause. Alex tried not to breathe. He was inches away from Yassen, separated only by the fragile barrier of brightly colored beads. But for the fact that it was so dark inside after the glare of the sun, Yassen would surely have seen him.

"We'll do it this afternoon. You have nothing to worry about. It is better for us not to communicate. I will report to you on my return to England." Yassen Gregorovich clicked off the phone and suddenly became quite still. Alex actually saw the moment, the sudden alertness as some animal instinct told Yassen that he had been overheard. The phone was still cradled in the man's hand, but it could have been a knife that he was about to throw. His head was still, but his eyes glanced from side to side, searching for the enemy. Alex stayed where he was behind the beads, not daring to move. What should he do? He was tempted to make a break for it, to run out into the open air. No. He would be dead before he had taken two steps. Yassen would kill him before he even knew who he was or why he had been there. Very slowly, Alex looked around for a weapon, for anything to defend himself with. And then the kitchen door swung open and a waiter came out, swerving around Yassen and calling to someone at the same time. The stillness of the moment was shattered. Yassen slipped the phone into his pants pocket and went out to rejoin the other men. Alex let out a huge sigh of relief.

What had he learned?

Yassen Gregorovich had come here to kill someone. He was sure of that much. The address is confirmed and everything has been arranged. But at least Alex hadn't heard his own name mentioned. So he was right. The target was probably some Frenchman, living here in Saint-Pierre. It would happen sometime this afternoon. A gunshot or perhaps a knife flashing in the sun. A fleeting moment of violence and someone somewhere would sit back, knowing they had one enemy less.

What could he do?

Alex pushed through the beaded curtain and made his way out of the back of the restaurant. He was relieved to find himself in the street, away from the square. Only now did he try to collect his thoughts. He could go to the police, of course. He could tell them that he was a spy who had worked, three times now, for MI6-British military intelligence. He could say that he had recognized Yassen, knew him for what he was, and that a killing would almost certainly take place that afternoon unless he was stopped.

But what good would it do? The French police might understand him, but they would never believe him. He was a fourteen-year-old English schoolboy with sand in his hair and a suntan. They would take one look at him and laugh. He could go to Sabina and her parents. But Alex didn't want to do that either. He was here only because they had invited him, and why should he bring murder into their vacation? Not that they would believe him any more than the police. Once, when he had been staying with her in Cornwall, Alex had tried to tell Sabina the truth. She had thought he was joking. Alex looked around at the tourist shops, the ice-cream parlors, the crowds strolling happily along the street. It was a typical picture-postcard view. The real world. So what was he doing getting mixed up again with spies and assassins? He was on vacation. This was none of his business. Let Yassen do whatever he wanted. Alex wouldn't be able to stop him even if he tried. Better to forget that he had ever seen him.

Alex took a deep breath and walked back down the road toward the beach to find Sabina and her parents. As he went, he tried to work out what he would tell them: why he had left so suddenly and why he was no longer smiling now that he was back.


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Meet the Author

Anthony Horowitz, in addition to being an international bestselling author, is also the writer and creator of the multi-award-winning television series Foyle’s War. He lives in London, England. Visit him online at www.alexrideradventures.com and www.anthonyhorowitz.com or follow him on Twitter @AnthonyHorowitz.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Alex rider returns to stop a popstar/caregiver. If you like action, adventure, and explosions, this book is for you.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book realy keep me on the egde of my seat i fisnished it in 2days this book also has a lot of suspense and a whole jackpot filled with action for the people who have read the other 3 alex rider books this one is the best so far stay tunned for more reviews by boggster
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im about half way through it when i realized something. Yassen has been in most of the books so far. Why is that? Well i still love the alex rider series!!! Its amazing! It really makes you care for the characters. When something happens to alex i cringe. I highly recomend this series :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was amazing! I read it in two day. A great book for action thrill seekers! It only makes sense if you read the books before though.
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It was a very good book but before you read this you should read the first three. This book was full of action
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Alex Rider is so cool I like that in the first one Alex Rider jumps out of the cargo plane! I love in ark angel he puts the bomb in a toilet!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a great book! So worth ur money!
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This is the greatist book of our time and will keep you hooked until the end
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Very well writen and intrestin X
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I didnt know this book was a paft pf thos series let me know how good this book is please post in the next 24hours
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This way my absolute favorite Alex Rider book because the plot is amazing and twists around every unexpected corner! Best book! I would suggest it to all readers who love action packed books!
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Has an intersting twist and is very exciting
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Goodbye Julio. If you ever get back, you can find me at Naplo any result.
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Just pure awesome.Too bad they killed off Yassen Gregorovich.