Her clothing was full of rips and stained dark with blood after Simber, the enormous winged-cheetah statue, had unintentionally smashed through the glass barriers in Dragonsmarche, sending shards like a thousand daggers into Fifer’s body. While Thatcher lifted Fifer’s head and administered the sponge, he swept his troubled gaze over the girl. He went to get a cup of water and a sponge to soak and press against the young twin’s parched lips, in hopes that drops of water would seep inside her mouth and trickle down her throat without choking her. In the hospital ward, Thatcher gently lay Fifer on a bed and looked around, feeling helpless and a bit guilty that he knew so little about the medicines Henry had so lovingly created. He charged toward Alex’s apartment and pounded his top head against the door. Many of Artimé’s mages couldn’t see that magical hallway-they saw a mirror on the wall instead-but the tiki statue had no problem finding it. At the balcony Jim headed for the family hallway to locate Henry Haluki, Artimé’s chief healer and Thatcher’s partner in all things, while the tiki statue slid to the farthest hallway on the left. Jim flew upstairs with the tiki statue behind him, mysteriously able to glide up the steps on his flat, legless bottom. He got up and hobbled toward the hospital ward as the two statues figured out what was happening. With Fifer limp in his arms, he slid off Simber’s back and stumbled to his knees, his legs numb and body aching from the journey. “Bring them to the hospital ward right away!” His voice was harsh and gravelly, for he’d barely slept in the days it had taken them to return home from the land of the dragons.
They hadn’t sensed Simber coming until he burst through the door. All was quiet in the mansion, for it was not quite dawn, and the dark skies kept most of the mages in their beds with the covers pulled up around them, listening to the rumbling in their dreams.Ī three-headed tiki statue stood guard in Simber’s place to the left of the door, and Jim the winged tortoise, with his brightly colored mosaic shell, floated lazily in the air on the right, his white feather wings flapping just enough to keep him rising and falling without hitting the ceiling or the pedestal below him. There was a rare thunderstorm over Artimé when Simber returned, carrying Thatcher and an unconscious Fifer Stowe on his back.
Unfortunately it’s a risk she has to take. As her situation becomes more grave, she might even have to align herself with the ultimate evil.
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When it appears no one is coming back to rescue her, Thisbe must train in secret, trying to learn how to control her fiery magic and use it to escape. Along with fellow prisoners, Thisbe’s job is to transport dragon bones from her crypt to the extracting room, where others extract the magical properties dormant in the bones. Meanwhile Thisbe is trapped underground in the catacombs, where the ancient dragon rulers are buried. Fifer must convince him to finally trust her to help in the battle ahead now that their true enemy has been revealed. The twins’ older brother Alex, head mage of Artimé, is paralyzed with fear of losing anyone else he loves. Thisbe has been captured, Fifer is injured, and Sky is lost at sea. The Artiméans have suffered some devastating blows.Īfter years of peace, the recent daring adventure of twins Thisbe and Fifer Stowe have brought about dire consequences.
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Ten years after Alex and Aaron Stowe brought peace to Quill and Artimé, their younger twin sisters journey beyond Artimé in the second novel in the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling sequel series to The Unwanteds, which Kirkus Reviews called “ The Hunger Games meets Harry Potter.”
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