The Conjurers #1: Rise of the Shadow
(Sprache: Englisch)
Siblings Emma and Alex tumble into a secret world where magic is real and skilled illusionists can perform actual tricks--for better or worse. Perfect for fans of the Magic Misfits and the Land of Stories series.
After their parents...
After their parents...
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Siblings Emma and Alex tumble into a secret world where magic is real and skilled illusionists can perform actual tricks--for better or worse. Perfect for fans of the Magic Misfits and the Land of Stories series.After their parents vanished, Alex and Emma are sent to live with strict Uncle Mordo. Only Emma's pet rabbit, Pimawa, keeps them company. But when flying skeletons called Rag-o-Rocs storm their once-quiet home, the kids escape just in time with Pimawa leading the way.
The rabbit takes the siblings to the Conjurian, a land where magic exists and Pimawa can talk. But the Conjurian is in trouble. Magic has been disappearing, and the Shadow Conjurer, the most mysterious sorcerer of all, is on the hunt for the Eye of Dedi, an object so powerful it could destroy the Conjurian and human worlds. The battle to control all magic has begun. There's only one problem: Alex and Emma don't have any!
Masterful storytelling and dozens of captivating illustrations fill author-illustrator Brian Anderson's world with charm and intrigue. Fall under the spell of the Conjurers.
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Chapter 1Alex
Angel Xavier is a fraud, Alex Maskelyne told his older sister, Emma. He barely ducked the pillow she flung at his head. There s no way the guy is a real magician. He s not even a good stage magician.
Emma seemed about to reach for another pillow but turned back to the TV set instead. Ignoring her brother, she leaned closer to the screen, careful not to disturb the small white rabbit sleeping on her lap.
Angel used a body double that time he walked through the Great Wall of China, Alex insisted, as though Emma were arguing with him. And he made the Eiffel Tower vanish by rotating the room where the audience was sitting. Clever camera angles helped, of course. Then when he--
Emma s hand shot out. The second pillow landed squarely in Alex s face.
Shut it before Uncle Mordo hears you, Emma ordered him, keeping her own voice low. I m trying to watch.
Their uncle forbade television. Since he was their guardian, teacher, and supreme tyrant all in one (at least that was what Alex liked to call him), there was no way to argue or cajole him into buying a TV once he d decided not to.
So Alex had built the set they were watching from bits and pieces he d found in the trash or tucked away in the attic of their uncle s Victorian mansion.
Alex hadn t dared hide the TV in his bedroom or in Emma s. Uncle Mordo would have been sure to find it. But this room, tucked away on the fourth floor of the west wing, was likely safe. It was a small, bare space with a slanted ceiling and a single window, probably a servant s bedroom once upon a time. Uncle Mordo would never come up here.
On the TV screen, Angel Xavier stood with one foot on either side of a set of railroad tracks. His wrists and ankles had been shackled to posts. He yanked at the chains with all his might, but they held
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Suddenly a woman s angular face filled the screen. Welcome back to Faster than a Speeding Bullet! We re offering live coverage of Angel Xavier s greatest escape attempt. She held a microphone with one gloved hand, gesturing toward the tracks behind her with the other. Hear that? That is the whistle of the train merely seconds away. Angel Xavier has yet to free himself from any of his restraints.
The screen flashed, filling with static.
Hey! What happened? Emma jolted upright, waking the rabbit napping on her lap. It jumped from her arms. Sorry, Pimawa. Alex, you said you fixed it! I m going to miss Angel s escape!
Relax. Her brother slipped out of his chair. He went behind the television and adjusted the cluster of wires and rods sprouting from its case. I did fix it and . . . He twisted a wire around a copper tube. The screen flashed back to life. There. I ve fixed it again.
What s that? The reporter s voice crackled through the duct tape that held the speakers together. We re getting word that there appears to be a problem. Of course, it s all part of the drama, folks. She managed a nervous smile. Over there you can see the emergency crews standing by. Um, again, I m sure this is all part of the show. . . .
The camera zoomed in on Angel s horror-stricken face. Veins in his forehead bulged from the effort to free himself. The camera pulled back as the train raced down the track, twenty tons of steel closing in on the magician.
Oh no! No! No! Can the train stop in time? the reporter gasped.
The train locked its brakes. Sparks erupted from underneath its m
Suddenly a woman s angular face filled the screen. Welcome back to Faster than a Speeding Bullet! We re offering live coverage of Angel Xavier s greatest escape attempt. She held a microphone with one gloved hand, gesturing toward the tracks behind her with the other. Hear that? That is the whistle of the train merely seconds away. Angel Xavier has yet to free himself from any of his restraints.
The screen flashed, filling with static.
Hey! What happened? Emma jolted upright, waking the rabbit napping on her lap. It jumped from her arms. Sorry, Pimawa. Alex, you said you fixed it! I m going to miss Angel s escape!
Relax. Her brother slipped out of his chair. He went behind the television and adjusted the cluster of wires and rods sprouting from its case. I did fix it and . . . He twisted a wire around a copper tube. The screen flashed back to life. There. I ve fixed it again.
What s that? The reporter s voice crackled through the duct tape that held the speakers together. We re getting word that there appears to be a problem. Of course, it s all part of the drama, folks. She managed a nervous smile. Over there you can see the emergency crews standing by. Um, again, I m sure this is all part of the show. . . .
The camera zoomed in on Angel s horror-stricken face. Veins in his forehead bulged from the effort to free himself. The camera pulled back as the train raced down the track, twenty tons of steel closing in on the magician.
Oh no! No! No! Can the train stop in time? the reporter gasped.
The train locked its brakes. Sparks erupted from underneath its m
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Autoren-Porträt von Brian Anderson
Brian Anderson is the creator of the syndicated comic strip Dog Eat Doug, which enjoys an international fan base both online and off-line. He is an optioned screenwriter and the author of several children's books, including Nighty Night, Sleepy Sleeps; The Prince's New Pet; and Monster Chefs. Brian's uncle was a charter member of the Magic Castle and taught him his first card trick in second grade. He has been practicing magic ever since. @dogeatdoug
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Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Brian Anderson
- Altersempfehlung: 8 - 12 Jahre
- 2021, 240 Seiten, Maße: 13,3 x 19,3 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0553498681
- ISBN-13: 9780553498684
- Erscheinungsdatum: 19.07.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"Part A Series of Unfortunate Events, part Tony Abbott s The Copernicus Legacy, this adventure has impressive tricks up its sleeve." Booklist"Middle grade fans of magical mysteries will enjoy this exciting and well-paced series debut." School Library Journal
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