An action-packed treasure hunt wrapped in history, humor, and pure chaos
The Malta Escape blends high-stakes adventure with European history in a way that feels both educational and wildly entertaining. The story hops from Napoleonic-era Malta and the legacy of the Knights Hospitaller to modern-day chases across the island, weaving treasure lore—like Marco Polo’s hoard—into a narrative driven by a crew of eccentric, lovable chaos-machines.
One of the strongest charms of the book is its setting. Malta is not just a backdrop; it feels like a central character. The novel sprinkles in fascinating facts—its medieval fortifications, its tiny rocky archipelago, its strategic importance through the centuries, even the still-standing Order of Malta. You come in expecting a fast-paced thriller, and you walk away googling Maltese history.
But what really elevates the book is the crew.
Jarkko steals the show every time he opens his mouth. His “mouthful of marbles” English, his innocent confidence, and his incredible ability to misunderstand literally everything make him comedic gold. Lines like “Jarkko can’t tell which is ventriloquist and which is dummy” are the kind of humor that stays with you.
And then you have Randy — the off-screen mastermind whose presence is felt through tapped phones, planted transcripts, and ingenious digital traps. He’s the quiet puppet master who casually proves he’s been listening the whole time by making everyone’s phones beep in unison. OP character energy.
The Hunters are referenced as a legendary crew here, and the book uses references to Jack Cobb and the earlier adventures to add deeper layers without confusing new readers. Meanwhile, characters like Galea add emotional grounding. His dual identity as an artifact expert and a member of the Sovereign Military Order of Malta ties the modern plot to centuries-old history. His final gesture—choosing to keep an artifact not for profit, but for its personal value—gives the book a unexpectedly touching finish.
The villains, like Volkov and his complicated network of Russian extremists, are both dangerous and oddly charismatic. There’s even a sprinkle of banter-heavy moments (“Will you buy me dinner?” “Dessert, too?”) that keep the tension human and entertaining.
And through all the twists, the book never loses its sense of humor. At one point, the characters go from choosing boats during breakfast to worrying about Maltese treasure, Russian killers, and catching syphilis on Jarkko’s yacht in under twelve hours. It’s self-aware, chaotic, and genuinely fun.