The Venetian Betrayal by Steve BerryThe Venetian Betrayal by Steve Berry

The Venetian Betrayal

bySteve Berry

Paperback | November 18, 2008

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“[Steve Berry] has a genuine feel for the factual gaps that give history its tantalizing air of the unknown.”—The New York Times Book Review

After narrowly escaping incineration in a devastating fire that consumes a Danish museum, Cotton Malone—former Justice Department agent turned rare-book dealer—learns from his friend, the beguiling adventurer Cassiopeia Vitt, that the blaze was neither an accident nor an isolated incident. As part of a campaign of arson intended to mask a far more diabolical design, buildings across Europe are being devoured by infernos of unnatural strength. Born from the ashes is a new Eastern European nation whose ruthless leader will soon draw Cotton into an intense geopolitical chess game against a shadowy cabal of power brokers. The prize lies buried with the mummified remains of Alexander the Great—in a tomb lost to the ages for  more than two thousand years. Trekking from Denmark 
to Venice to Central Asia, Cotton and Cassiopeia are determined to solve an ancient puzzle whose solution 
could destroy or save millions of people—depending on who finds the lost tomb first.

“There’s nothing tastier than a globe-spanning mystery. . . . Berry’s books excel at bringing out fascinating tidbits of history.” —Richmond Times-Dispatch
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 A...
Title:The Venetian BetrayalFormat:PaperbackProduct dimensions:576 pages, 7.51 × 4.17 × 1.43 inShipping dimensions:7.51 × 4.17 × 1.43 inPublished:November 18, 2008Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0345485785

ISBN - 13:9780345485786


Rated 3 out of 5 by from Pretty good Lots of action, Historical references to the Greeks and the search for a prize. Very good ending.
Date published: 2018-01-01
Rated 1 out of 5 by from I was disappointed This is my 4th Steve Berry novel, yes I read them out of order. I made it halfway through the book and was just disappointed by the story and did not finish. There was points that did not make sense that just added confusion that were not necessary
Date published: 2017-12-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Exciting! Loved the thriller/history combination!
Date published: 2017-04-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Outstanding You will have a hard time putting down this book. It was amazing!
Date published: 2017-03-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Incredible Such a great book to read. This is an incredible series to read.
Date published: 2017-03-22
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Nothing new here There was nothing special about this third entry into Berry's Cotton Malone series. In fact, more often than not, Malone barely figured into some of the more climactic events in the novel. To make matters worse, I found that Berry introduced characters just to kill them off. There was, for example, a doctor who was secretly working against his employer, and main antagonist, by developing a cure for HIV. When the bad guy (girl, I guess is more appropriate) found out, she shot him. Bang. But then, the doctor's assistant took over his research. So why kill the first guy off in the first place if not to simply add to the body count. Also, there seemed to be a lot going on that was completely useless to the overall plot. The search for Alexander the Great's body really had little to do with the antagonist's plans for world domination. There just seemed like there was too much tagged on in an effort to conceal the deficiencies in a tired plot.
Date published: 2017-03-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it! Love the Cotton Malone series! Always great mystery, thriller adventure novels that do not disappoint.
Date published: 2017-03-14
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great series This is the third novel in the Cotton Malone series, bringing back many of the characters we met in the first two books. When Cotton sees that two men have broken in to the local museum, he follows them in and finds them spraying the museum with an unknown substance. The museum ignites and water won't put it out. Cotton finds his friend Cassiopeia close by and knows that she's involved somehow. Cassiopeia tells Cotton that the leader of the new nation from all the old USSR countries is trying to find coins from Alexander the Great. One of them was in the museum that burned but Cassiopeia was able to get there first and replace it. This leads Cotton and Cassiopeia on a parallel journey to find the coins. Steve Berry books are a lot of fun. They are great thrillers with a historical element to it that always teaches me something. There were some characters brought in half way through the book that weren't developed and I couldn't remember too much about them from the previous books. It would have been nice to get more of a reminder on these characters. Still a great book, and a good read for the summer!
Date published: 2017-01-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Venetian Betrayal Another good, quick read from Steve Berry. Couldn't put it down.
Date published: 2016-11-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Fast moving As always Steve Berry has not disappointed with the action, mystery and twists in another Cotten Malone tale. Definitely a writer whose works I enjoy reading because of the amount of history that is added into the story. Looking forward to his other works.
Date published: 2015-07-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Excellent I really enjoyed this book from the beginning to the end. Just like all of Steve Berry's work, it was a great blend to history and fiction.
Date published: 2010-09-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Excellent Steve Berry can't write a bad book. Lot's of twists and turns and actual historical events as part of the plot.
Date published: 2009-12-07
Rated 4 out of 5 by from An Exciting Adventure Book 3 in the Cotton Malone series This is another historical thriller in the Cotton Malone saga. Mr Berry’s protagonist simply can’t stay retired. His colorful past as a clandestine agent for the U.S. government will once again drag him back into action. “The Venetian Betrayal” has Malone on his toes. The action starts with Cotton narrowly escaping the inferno that consumed a well known Danish museum. Cassiopeia Vitt informs him that this catastrophe is no accident but is part of a massive campaign to destroy historic buildings across Europe. This novel is composed mainly of two stories that are nicely intertwined. In the first: we learn about the cunning and ruthless Irina Zovastina who is obsessed in finding Alexander the Great’s lost tomb and obtaining all eight of the legendary medallions commemorating his conquests. In the second, as Supreme Minister of the Central Asian Federation Irina goes to all means to reach her objectives. With the help of a shadowy organization “The Council of Ten” and its leader Enrico Vincenti, a pharmaceutical magnate, she plots to release a deadly virus that only she will have the antidote to. Enrico, nearing the end of his tenure develops his own agenda and becomes determined to profit from this alliance. The best laid plan of the two conspirators is put in jeopardy with the botched assassination of Cotton. When Cotton and his two colleagues Cassiopia and Henrik Thorvaldsen team up to get to the root of the mysterious events, they realize they are up against two evil minds. The importance of outwitting them and ultimately saving millions of people are in their hands…..will they succeed….. This is another exciting adventure around action packed scenarios with nail biting twists and turns throughout. The characters are globe trotters that hold secrets or have the key to decipher them. Like in his previous novels, the author has masterfully created a suspenseful tale around tit-bits of history. This is once again a very ambitious novel that pushes the boundaries and provides us with pure entertainment.
Date published: 2009-11-28

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Copenhagen, Denmark Saturday, April 18 , The Present11:55 p.m. The smell roused Cotton Malone to consciousness. Sharp, acrid, with a hint of sulfur. And something else. Sweet and sickening. Like death. He opened his eyes. He lay prone on the floor, arms extended, palms to the hardwood, which he immediately noticed was sticky. What happened? He’d attended the April gathering of the Danish Antiquarian Booksellers Society a few blocks west of his bookshop, near the gaiety of Tivoli. He liked the monthly meetings and this one had been no exception. A few drinks, some friends, and lots of book chatter. Tomorrow morning he’d agreed to meet Cassiopeia Vitt. Her call yesterday to arrange the meeting had surprised him. He’d not heard from her since Christmas, when she’d spent a few days in Copenhagen. He’d been cruising back home on his bicycle, enjoying the comfortable spring night, when he’d decided to check out the unusual meeting location she’d chosen, the Museum of Greco-Roman Culture–a preparatory habit from his former profession. Cassiopeia rarely did anything on impulse, so a little advance preparation wasn’t a bad idea. He’d found the address, which faced the Frederiksholms canal, and noticed a half-open door to the pitch-dark building–a door that should normally be closed and alarmed. He’d parked his bike. The least he could do was close the door and phone the police when he returned home. But the last thing he remembered was grasping the doorknob. He was now inside the museum. In the ambient light that filtered in through two plate-glass windows, he saw a space decorated in typical Danish style–a sleek mixture of steel, wood, glass, and aluminum. The right side of his head throbbed and he caressed a tender knot. He shook the fog from his brain and stood. He’d visited this museum once and had been unimpressed with its collection of Greek and Roman artifacts. Just one of a hundred or more private collections throughout Copenhagen, their subject matter as varied as the city’s population. He steadied himself against a glass display case. His fingertips again came away sticky and smelly, with the same nauseating odor. He noticed that his shirt and trousers were damp, as was his hair, face, and arms. Whatever covered the museum’s interior coated him, too. He stumbled toward the front entrance and tried the door. Locked. Double dead bolt. A key would be needed to open it from the inside. He stared back into the interior. The ceiling soared thirty feet. A wood-and-chrome staircase led up to a second floor that dissolved into more darkness, the ground floor extending out beneath. He found a light switch. Nothing. He lumbered over to a desk phone. No dial tone. A noise disturbed the silence. Clicks and whines, like gears working. Coming from the second floor. His training as a Justice Department agent cautioned him to keep quiet, but also urged him to investigate. So he silently climbed the stairs. The chrome banister was damp, as were each of the laminated risers. Fifteen steps up, more glass-and-chrome display cases dotted the hardwood floor. Marble reliefs and partial bronzes on pedestals loomed like ghosts. Movement caught his eye twenty feet away. An object rolling across the floor. Maybe two feet wide with rounded sides, pale in color, tight to the ground, like one of those robotic lawn mowers he’d once seen advertised. When a display case or statue was encountered, the thing stopped, retreated, then darted in a different direction. A nozzle extended from its top and every few seconds a burst of aerosol spewed out. He stepped close. All movement stopped. As if it sensed his presence. The nozzle swung to face him. A cloud of mist soaked his pants. What was this? The machine seemed to lose interest and scooted deeper into the darkness, more odorous mist expelling along the way. He stared down over the railing to the ground floor and spotted another of the contraptions parked beside a display case. Nothing about this seemed good. He needed to leave. The stench was beginning to turn his stomach. The machine ceased its roaming and he heard a new sound. Two years ago, before his divorce, his retirement from the government, and his abrupt move to Copenhagen, when he’d lived in Atlanta, he’d spent a few hundred dollars on a stainless-steel grill. The unit came with a red button that, when pumped, sparked a gas flame. He recalled the sound the igniter made with each pump of the button. The same clicking he heard right now. Sparks flashed. The floor burst to life, first sun yellow, then burnt orange, finally settling on pale blue as flames radiated outward, consuming the hardwood. Flames simultaneously roared up the walls. The temperature rose swiftly and he raised an arm to shield his face. The ceiling joined the conflagration, and in less than fifteen seconds the second floor was totally ablaze. Overhead sprinklers sprang to life. He partially retreated down the staircase and waited for the fire to be doused. But he noticed something. The water simply aggravated the flames. The machine that started the disaster suddenly disintegrated in a muted flash, flames rolling out in all directions, like waves searching for shore. A fireball drifted to the ceiling and seemed to be welcomed by the spraying water. Steam thickened the air, not with smoke but with a chemical that made his head spin. He leaped down the stairs two at a time. Another swoosh racked the second floor. Followed by two more. Glass shattered. Something crashed. He darted to the front of the building. The other gizmo that had sat dormant sprang to life and started skirting the ground-floor display cases. More aerosol spewed into the scorching air. He needed to get out. But the locked front door opened to the inside. Metal frame, thick wood. No way to kick it open. He watched as fire eased down the staircase, consuming each riser, like the devil descending to greet him. Even the chrome was being devoured with a vengeance. His breaths became labored, thanks to the chemical fog and the rapidly vanishing oxygen. Surely someone would call the fire department, but they’d be no help to him. If a spark touched his soaked clothes . . . The blaze found the bottom of the staircase. Ten feet away.