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The Viking Claw [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Juvenile Fiction)
  • Author:  Dahl, Michael
  • Author:  Dahl, Michael
  • ISBN-10:  1442431016
  • ISBN-10:  1442431016
  • ISBN-13:  9781442431010
  • ISBN-13:  9781442431010
  • Publisher:  Simon Pulse
  • Publisher:  Simon Pulse
  • Pages:  192
  • Pages:  192
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Sep-2011
  • Pub Date:  01-Sep-2011
  • SKU:  1442431016-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  1442431016-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 104298175
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Finn and his mystery-writer uncle head to Iceland in search of the Haunted City of Tquuli, where Finn's archaeologist parents were last seen before their odd disappearance eight years ago. Finn doesn't believe the creepy legends about the Haunted City and the ancient Vikings who lived there -- until a member of the rock-climbing expedition vanishes from inside a sleeping bag...one that was dangling a hundred feet from the base of an icy cliff!

Then another climber disappears, leaving a trail of footprints that abruptly end in a field of snow. Is it modern-day murder, or the revenge of phantom Viking warriors?Michael Dahl, the author of more than a dozen non?ction books, has also published poetry and plays. The Viking Claw is Dahl's fourth Finnegan Zwake mystery. The earlier titles in the series are The Horizontal Man, The Worm Tunnel, and The Ruby Raven. Dahl is also the author of Scooter Spies, a series of mysteries for younger readers, whose titles include The Wheels That Vanished and The Ghost That Barked. A theater director, actor, and comedian in Minneapolis, Dahl has a wide variety of unusual creatures in his household: Venus's-?ytraps, ?ddler crabs, African dwarf frogs, an elementary school teacher, and an Australian red-heeler named Gus. He can be e-mailed at ?nnswake@aol.com.Chapter One: Thor's Mountain

Ping, ping.

Uncle Stoppard tightened his seat belt. He turned to me and said, That's the five-thousand-foot signal.

Through the plane window I saw a vast field of greenish-blue water. We were descending over the Atlantic Ocean. I squashed my face against the clear plastic and stretched my eyeballs to get a glimpse of our destination. A brown shore of jagged jigsaw pieces was rushing toward us. Farther away the sun was rising over dark, sharp-edged mountains. Volcano country.

You should put that away, salӎ
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