Odessa Sea

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Dirk Pitt-"oceanography's answer to Indiana Jones"*-responds to a Mayday signal from a deserted ship and gets drawn towards a deadly Cold War secret in this thriller in Clive Cussler's #1 New York Times-bestselling series.

Dirk Pitt, the director of the National Underwater and Marine Agency, is on the Black Sea, helping to locate a lost Ottoman shipwreck, when he responds to an urgent Mayday-"Under attack!"-from a nearby freighter. But when he and his colleague Al Giordino arrive, there is nobody there. Just dead bodies and a smell of sulfur in the air. As Pitt and Giordino explore, a blast from the stern scuttles the ship swiftly, almost taking them with it.

The more the two of them search for the secret of the death ship, the deeper they descend into an extraordinary series of discoveries. A desperate attempt in 1917 to preserve the wealth and power of the Romanov Empire. A Cold War bomber lost with a deadly cargo. A brilliant developer of advanced drone technology on an unknown mission. Modern-day nuclear smugglers, determined Ukrainian rebels, a beautiful anti-terrorism agent from Europol-all will combine to present Pitt with the most dangerous challenge of his career.

And not only Pitt. His two children, marine engineer Dirk and oceanographer Summer, are exploring a mysterious shipwreck of their own, when they are catapulted into his orbit. The three of them are used to perilous situations-but this time, they may have found their match.


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July 2017

The Black Sea

A dull glow blanketed the southern horizon in a cottony glaze. Although Istanbul was more than fifty miles away, the electric blaze from its fourteen million inhabitants lit the night sky like a sea of lanterns. Churning slowly toward the light, a weathered black freighter rolled in a choppy sea. The ship rode low, catching the sporadic rogue wave that sent a spray of seawater surging across its deck.

On the wide bridge, the helmsman nudged the wheel to port, fighting a stiff breeze.


The question came from a bearded man hunched over a chart table. His gray eyes were glassy and bloodshot, and his voice offered a trace of a slur. His sweat-stained clothes hinted at priorities other than hygiene. As the crew expected, in the two days since the ship had left port the freighter s captain had ventured well into his third bottle of vodka.

Eight knots, sir, the helmsman said.

The captain grunted, estimating the time it would take them to clear the Bosphorus Strait.

A bridge wing door opened and an armed man in brown fatigues entered. He approached the glassy-eyed captain with a mix of concern and disdain. The sea is getting rough. There is water washing over the decks.

The captain looked at the man and snickered. You sure it is not just your vomit that is soiling my decks?

Green at the gills, the armed man found no humor in the comment. I am responsible for the cargo. Perhaps we should get closer to shore.

The captain shook his head. He d had an uneasy feeling when the ship s owner phoned him minutes before they were to depart Sevastopol, instructing him to wait for a last-minute delivery. The small gang of armed men that arrived in a battered panel van only contributed to his suspicions as he watched them unload a large metal crate. He d protested when they d insisted on placing it in the engine room but muffled his complaints when he was handed a bag of uncirculated rubles. Now he glared at one of the two armed men who had accompanied the secret cargo.

Get off my bridge, you stupid fool. These seas are for children. The Crimean Star can slice through waves five times larger and still deliver your precious cargo intact.

The armed man steadied himself against a roll and leaned into the captain. The shipment will go through as scheduled or I will see that you will be scraping barnacles off an icebreaker in Murmansk. The man moved off to the side bridge wing. He stood in defiance, the fresh breeze helping quell his seasickness.

The captain ignored him, studying his charts and tracking the ship s progress.

The freighter rolled along quietly for another twenty minutes before the helmsman called out. Sir, there s a vessel approaching off our flank that appears to be mirroring our track.

The captain raised himself from the table and stepped to the helm. He glanced at the radarscope, which showed the green blip of a vessel approaching from the stern. A faint smaller blip appeared briefly about a mile ahead of the ship. Come right, steer a course two-three-zero.

Right rudder, to two-three-zero degrees. The helmsman rotated the ship s wheel.

The freighter eased onto the new heading. A few minutes later, the shadowing vessel was seen to follow.

The captain scowled. Probably an inexperienced commander looking for a guide to lead them through the strait. Hold your course.

A moment later, a deep thump sounded across the waves, followed by a slight vibration that shook the decks.

What was that? the gunman asked.

The captain stared out the bridge window, trying to focus on the source of the noise.

Sir, it&
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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.

Dirk Cussler is the coauthor with Clive Cussler of six previous Dirk Pitt® adventures: Black Wind, Treasure of Khan, Arctic Drift, Crescent Dawn, Poseidon's Arrow, and Havana Storm. For the past several years, he has been an active participant and partner in his father's NUMA expeditions and has served as president of the NUMA® advisory board of trustees. Cussler lives in Arizona.

The pages whip by as the characters, at least the good guys, survive one deadly encounter after another, and the bad guys get their comeuppances. Readers will anxiously await Dirk s next adventure. Publishers Weekly
Sketch out some exotic, ephemeral settings, make every villain as nasty as possible, and it's another of Cussler's cinematic-style entertainments spinning out at hold-on-to-your-hat speed. Kirkus Reviews 


Exotic locations, ruthless villains, and many narrow escapes and derring-do. Cussler s fans come for swashbuckling [and] he delivers. *Associated Press

Another super Cussler fun read. Pitt and company are the stuff of heroic dreams. Kirkus Reviews

Teems with violence, derring-do, and perilous situations. The action runs non-stop and wham-bam, with the authors finding clever ways to spare their good guys from bad ends. St. Louis Post-Dispatch



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