I thought the magic thief will end as a trilogy but then Sarah Prineas write another sequel and she did not disappoint her readers. She definitely did an amazing job with the magic thief: home. Everything is perfect!!! A must read for magic thief fans. The only complain that I have is that I want...
Fer hoped to settle down to a quiet life with her grandmother and her people, but her troubles are far from over. The oath she required of the Lords and Ladies who had hunted the pucks was one they found impossible to fulfill---and now that they are Forsworn, consequences inevitably follow. As th...
In a city that runs on a dwindling supply of magic, a young boy is drawn into a life of wizardry and adventure. Conn should have dropped dead the day he picked Nevery's pocket and touched the wizard's locus magicalicus, a stone used to focus magic and work spells. But for some reason he did not. ...
When they’d brought me here before, the room had been empty except for minions, but now a padded armchair stood at the other end next to a desk. An oil lantern was set on the desk along with an ink-stand and piles of papers. Sitting in the chair was Embre. What was he doing here? At the bottom of...
It wouldn’t be easy to slip away, vigilant as she was. He watched as Fer stood talking with the other contestants. Then Fer said loudly something about how using the glamorie to rule was wrong. Oh, the fancy ones in the nathewyr didn’t like that. Rook could hear them exclaiming to each other, dis...
In the fall, my arm bone popped out of its shoulder joint; the pain of it speared into me. I blinked red flashes out of my eyes. I was in the courtyard tree. My apprentice’s robe was caught on a twig just above me, my body and legs were held by a spreading branch, and my head hung out over open s...
Still, I went over to investigate the bag. It was full of money—silver locks and even some golden sun coins. More money than I knew what to do with. I hid it away on a shelf behind some books and went to the door to have a look at the lock. I was just about to bring out my lockpick wires to see i...
A wizard isn’t, either. “I know who I am, Ro,” I said. “And I’m not somebody who goes to meetings.” But there I was in a meeting room, even though I didn’t want to be. At least it was mostly empty, just Rowan and me. The room had shiny marble floors, tree-shaped pillars against the walls, and hig...
IT IS an immense, high-ceilinged room lit brilliantly with hundreds of candles that are reflected a thousand times in mirrors with gilded frames. At one end of the room is a row of glass doors leading out to a stone terrace; at the other is a small orchestra on a dais. As the clock strikes, the l...