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The Magic Thief: Found
The Magic Thief: Found
The Magic Thief: Found
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The Magic Thief: Found

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The Magic Thief: Found, the third book in Sarah Prineas’s acclaimed middle grade fantasy series, finds wizard’s apprentice Conn on the run!

Sneaking out of prison isn't easy, unless you are a thief, or a wizard. Luckily, Conn is both! Trouble is, once he's out, where does he go? His home is a pile of rubble since he blew it up doing magic. His master, the wizard Nevery, is not happy with him. Worst of all, Conn's been exiled, and staying in the city will mean his death.

But Wellmet is in danger from an evil predator coming to destroy the city, and Conn must set off on a quest to fight it. Suddenly, a huge shadow looms over him and he is swept away by something more awesome than his wildest imaginings. Is Conn brave enough to answer magic's call, or is he really just a thief at heart?

Sarah Prineas's incredible world explodes with adventure—a place where cities run on living magic and heroes come from the most surprising places. Diana Wynne Jones, author of Howl's Moving Castle, praised this middle grade fantasy series filled with magic and wonder, saying of the first book: "I couldn't put it down. Wonderful, exciting stuff."

LanguageEnglish
PublisherHarperCollins
Release dateMay 25, 2010
ISBN9780061995903
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Sarah Prineas

Sarah Prineas lives in the midst of the corn in rural Iowa, where she wrangles dogs, cats, chickens, and goats, goes on lots of hikes, and finds time to write. She is also the author of Ash & Bramble, a retelling of Cinderella. She is married to a physics professor and has two kids. You can visit Sarah online at www.sarah-prineas.com.

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  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    The subsequent books, while pleasant enough, have not lived up to my enjoyment of the first one. And I think I've figured out why. Book #1 featured a plucky protagonist who, against all odds, succeeded. And when I reach for a kid's fantasy book, that's sort of what I'm in the mood for. If I want Crime and Punishment or something by Nadine Gordimer, I'm old enough to opt for those ... but I didn't, I'm hoping for cosy/charming/pleasant/easy/gripping/delightful etc.

    Books 2 and 3 have the protagonist failing and losing and fighting and struggling and drifting and hiding ... he very rarely succeeds at anything, and it's ultimately depressing, even if he ultimately succeeds at the most important thing. Perhaps that makes this book weighty or important, and I'm just not in the mood to appreciate it, but I don't think so (I can think of other children's books that took a darker, sadder turn, and while I was surprised, I felt it worked). These books feel too slight to support importance--they want to be delightful fun page-turners, and they're not hewing to their paths!

    (Note: 5 stars = amazing, wonderful, 4 = very good book, 3 = decent read, 2 = disappointing, 1 = awful, just awful. I'm fairly good at picking for myself so end up with a lot of 4s).
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Excellent addition to the series.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I enjoyed myself.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I did enjoy this book...
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    After barely escaping Desh, Connwaer (Conn) returned to Wellmet only to find that the situation there hadn't gotten any better. Knowing he needed to do certain things to defeat the Arhionvar (dark magic) and keep it from destroying them all. The need for certain materials and spells kept Conn and Nevery busy until the time came to cast the spells. Causing yet another explosion aroused the attention of the Dawn Palace guards as well as the minions that had been keeping an eye on Conn since his return. Following the magic to find yet another locus magicalicus (wizards magical stone) could open him up to more information than even he expected.

    Book 3 ..... Well, it took me awhile to get my hands on a copy of this book. I was concerned that I wouldn't remember what was going on in book 1 & 2, but this is not the case. Immediately remembered Conn, Rowan, Nevery, Benet and the situation around them all. The new additions to the character list were great and the reminders of what specifically happened in previous books helped me since it had been awhile, but might be redundant for anyone who gets the opportunity to read them straight through. Again it is a deceptively large book (only 358 pages) but the odd size, the larger print and the occasional letter or picture made the book read quickly. Really enjoyed the story till the end. I get some of the ending as unique, something unexpected and worked for me, but the very - very end was kind of bland. It did wrap up the series pretty good, but I would be willing to read another book by Sarah Prineas (like maybe her new Winterling series).
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This is the third book in the Magic Thief series by Prineas. It was an excellent book in this series. The fourth book in this series, Magic Thief: Home, just came out last week. I was unable to find confirmation that there will be a fifth book in the series, but I did find a comment by Prineas saying she does have ideas for a 5th book. This is a wonderful fantasy read that is great for all ages.

    I listened to this on audiobook and the audiobooks for this series are incredibly well done. The narrator gets Conn’s voice spot on and does an excellent job with the other characters as well. We listened to this in the car on a road trip as a family and everyone really enjoyed it (my son is 7 years old).

    Conn has been exiled from Wellmet and his master Nevery isn’t pleased with him. Conn is determined to stay in the city of Wellmet and protect it from the evil magic that is coming. However, when things take a turn for the worse Conn is forced to leave Wellmet. On his adventures he discovers some truly astonishing secrets about magic and how it is tied to the cities.

    This was an excellent book in this series. There is a lot of magic, adventure, and humor. The characters all have great relationships (wonderful friendships and mentor/student) with each other and I really enjoyed that too. I love the positive messages, the humor, and the wonderfully unique magic. This book includes....DRAGONS...so awesome!

    Conn is such a plucky youth which such a positive outlook on things. Yet he started life as a thief and is struggling to prove himself as a wizard. He is always determined to do what it right despite what other people try to force him to do. He also always tells the truth, even if other people aren’t happy with that truth. He is funny and daring and just a wonderful character.

    We also spend a lot more time with Rowan and the new Lord of Twilight, Ember. Both are wonderful characters. I really enjoy Rowan as a character. She is a young woman with a huge responsibility being thrust on her. She’s a great role model, she knows how to deal with Conn’s independence and she is just a ton of fun to read about.

    This book does an excellent job of wrapping up the storyline involving evil magic invading Wellmet. The ending did feel a bit rushed, so I am happy to see there is another book coming out for this series.

    Overall this was another wonderful book in this series. I just can’t say enough good things about this series. These books are packed with magic, adventure, and excitement. The characters have healthy relationships, there is humor in here, and I love the characters and world. I can't wait to read Magic Thief: Home when it releases. This whole series is highly recommended to fantasy fans of all ages. It’s one of my favorite middle grade fantasy series ever.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Conn is in trouble, there are several factions in his city looking for him, not least of which is the Magic in the city. He is certain that he needs a locus magicalicus and he finds a spell to help him, which creates even more havoc and puts him under a death sentence.

    What the quest leads him to is unexpected and the end of the story almost passes too quickly. I'm not sure that the last chapter wasn't an added extra, it did complete the story and leave an opening for another.

    I enjoyed it, there were times where it lagged a bit but overall a good read. The book includes a knitting pattern for a scarf (also available free on Ravelry). It's an end of the story arc but there could be a return to the world and the setting.

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The Magic Thief - Sarah Prineas

A wizard is a lot like a thief. If a wizard has quick hands, he can make things disappear. He can even make himself disappear.

I lurked in my alley shadows, waiting for the wizard. Winter was just beginning, and the air had a sharp edge of cold. The night was thick with river fog and factory soot, and it was quiet, nobody about. A good night for minions and misery eels.

I shivered and hunched into my coat. What was taking him so long?

Then I heard it.

Step step tap.

Step step tap.

Nevery, wizard and city magister, was coming up the steep street toward me. He paused, peering into the shadows with his keen-gleam eyes. Fog smoked around him.

He couldn’t see me. For melting into shadows I wore dark brown trousers and the black sweater Benet had knitted for me. My black, shaggy hair hung down in my eyes. Over it all I had on my black coat with the shabby velvet collar, the one Nevery’d given me when I’d been in the Dawn Palace jail cells, a place I’d spent too much time in lately. He’d hidden lockpick wires in the collar, and I’d used them to escape. That’d been almost ten days ago.

On Nevery went, step step and then tap with his cane past my dark alley.

As he passed, I darted feather-foot out of the shadows and—quick hands—lifted the purse string out of the pocket of his cloak, then stepped back into the alley. His locus magicalicus was in his pocket, too, but I knew better, now, than to nick it.

He went on, and I padded after him, sticking to the edge of the street where I could duck into a doorway to hide if he looked back. He went ’round a corner onto Half-Chick Lane and stopped. The tumbledown houses on each side of the street were dark shadows leaning against each other, with slices of dark narrow alley between them.

Well, boy? he said, his voice loud in the quiet street. Aren’t you going to pick my pocket?

I stepped out of the shadows. Nevery, I already did.

He whirled around and leaned on his cane, scowling at me.

You were distracted, I said. You have to pay attention.

Curse it, Connwaer, Nevery said. Now, give the money back.

If you want it back, you’ll have to pick it from my coat pocket. Carefully, so he couldn’t see, I slid his purse string up inside the sleeve of my sweater. Distraction, that was the key.

Learning to pick locks was easier, Nevery grumbled. He’d been better at it, too. He was a wizard, but he was good at thinking like a thief. I’d taught him lockpicking back when we’d lived together at Heartsease, his mansion house. He handed me my knapsack, which he’d been carrying. It was full of food, biscuits from Benet, packets of bacon and cheese, apples, and wax candles.

I nodded toward the street where it led down the hill. I’ll walk with you back to the bridge, all right? And you can try me on the way.

And you’ll be distracted, will you, boy?

I grinned. I’ll pretend I am, Nevery.

I slung the knapsack onto my back and we headed down Half-Chick Lane and turned onto Strangle Street. I kept my eyes on the shadows just in case anyone was following us.

Hrm, Nevery said after a short while. Have you, ah, read that treatise about Arhionvar?

Arhionvar, the dread magic. I didn’t need to read about Arhionvar—I had enough experience with it. At the same moment, I felt his hand grope in my coat pocket. Good try. I stepped sideways and glanced at him, shaking my head.

Curse it, he muttered.

We turned another corner, onto Shirttail Street, which led straight down toward the bridge. From here, as we walked, we had a view across the rushing black river to the Sunrise, the nice part of the city, where the rich people lived and the streets were lit up with werelights, and the Dawn Palace glowed pink against the night sky.

I gave you the Arhionvar treatise back when we were having those troubles with Underlord Crowe, boy. I suppose you didn’t bother to read it, Nevery said.

I didn’t answer him. He knew I hadn’t.

A chilly wind blew off the river, bringing with it the smell of mud and dead fish. Nevery paced alongside me, his cane going tap tap against the cobblestones.

Watch out for that pothole, he said, bumping my arm and then dipping into my empty pocket.

You’re not very good at this, I said, pulling away. What you need is an incentive.

Indeed? Nevery said.

Yes, I said. If you’re a gutterboy and you don’t pick a pocket, you don’t get dinner, but if you try it and get caught, you end up in a guard cell or somebody beats the fluff out of you. So you have to get very good at it.

I see, Nevery said. He cast me a sharp look. And you are very good, are you, boy?

I have quick hands, Nevery, I said. But I had gone hungry often enough, and I’d gotten caught more than once, even apart from the time Nevery had caught me stealing his locus magicalicus. After I’d picked his pocket, everything had changed. I wasn’t a gutterboy anymore; I was a wizard.

We came down to the bridge across the river; the houses built on it were closed up night-tight. Nevery paused. From behind us I heard the skff skff of footsteps sliding along an alleyway, then silence. Drats. We were being followed.

Nevery leaned on his cane. Don’t forget, boy. We’ll meet at the chophouse in four days.

I wasn’t likely to forget that. Arhionvar, the dread magic, was coming, and the city was in terrible danger. Arhionvar had been behind the device that the traitor-wizard Pettivox and the former Underlord, Crowe, had built to confine Wellmet’s magic, and Arhionvar had preyed on the desert city of Desh until that city’s magic had nearly been destroyed. Now it was coming to Wellmet. We had to be ready when it got here, or our city and its magic would die, sure as sure.

Nevery had a plan, one based on his long-ago experiments with pyrotechnics, the ones that’d blown the middle out of Heartsease. He knew that setting off an explosion while doing a magical spell enhanced the effect of the spell. He’d been doing research in the academicos library, looking at old grimoires to find the right spell to enhance, something that would force Arhionvar to leave Wellmet alone. We thought a banishing spell might work, if we set explosive traps all around the city to make it stronger. My part of the plan was to help with the pyrotechnics and to scout the city for good places to set the traps.

All right, boy? Nevery asked sharply.

All right, Nevery, I said.

Well then, good night, he said, turning toward the Night Bridge.

Not a very good night, no. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a quick-look of a darker shadow in an alley, then another scuff of a footstep from the street behind us. Not Dawn Palace guards on this side of the river. Minions, then. They’d warned me off the streets of the Twilight, and if they caught me they’d beat the fluff out of me, or worse.

I will send a bird tomorrow, Nevery went on, with a copy of the Arhionvar treatise, if I can lay my hands on it.

I didn’t answer. If I could get into the alleys I might be able to get away from them. ’Night, Nevery, I whispered, and ran.


To: Willa Forestal, Duchess of Wellmet, Dawn Palace

Yes, I received your letter about the cursed order of exile that has again been passed against my apprentice. No, I will not tell you where he is hiding. And you may tell Captain Kerrn that I have no further comments about Conn’s means of escape from the Dawn Palace prison cells. I would be appalled by your stupidity on this subject, except that I already know your opinion of magic—and those who practice it.

It is thanks to my apprentice that we know the nature of the dire threat facing us. The predator magic, Arhionvar, was indirectly responsible for creating the device that weakened our magic, nearly destroying the city last winter. Because my apprentice defeated Arhionvar at Desh, it is surely seeking its next prey—Wellmet. Willa, it is coming. If we are not ready to defend ourselves, Arhionvar will devour our magic and the city will be destroyed. Pretending this threat does not exist will not make it go away.

The other magisters are fools and will not act. With some assistance, I have been preparing defenses for the city.

Wellmet is approaching its darkest hour. I know you have been ill since the Shadow attack, and I am sorry to hear it. Yet I ask again for your help.

NEVERY FLINGLAS

Magister


I skiffed off Shirttail Street and headed into the maze of twisty, narrow streets that made up the Deeps, the part of the Twilight that rubbed up against the mudflats south of the bridge. Down in the Deeps, the alleys were clotted with mud and trash, and patches of chill fog hung in the air.

I stumble-ran through the alleys, hearing pounding footsteps from behind. Then a shout from off to the left, and I took the next right, turning ’round a corner and racing up a stone stairway between two tall, dark buildings. At the top I paused to catch my breath and heard, from the darkness below, another shout and footsteps coming up the stairs. Drats, they kept coming!

If I was lucky, I could make it to my hiding place in Rat Hole, the worst part of the Twilight, where the houses were in rot-ruins and nobody lived, except me. They’d never find me in those dark and tangled streets.

I rounded a corner and stumbled into wide, cobbled Sark Square, the marketplace. Curse it, they’d herded me in this direction; out in the open was not where I wanted to be. The square was empty and dark, the cobblestones slick and wet.

Got him! a man shouted, and ahead of me dark figures burst from the mouths of the streets and alleys that led into the square.

I skidded to a stop and whirled ’round to go back the way I’d come. More men came from that direction, closing in, shouting. I flung myself at an opening between two of them, and a big hand grabbed me by the scruff of my neck.

I struggled and kicked, and then a bag came down over my head.

The minions shoved me ahead of them down a stone stairway; I took two steps, tripped, and bounced the rest of the way down. Ow, ow, ow. I wriggled out of the bag and crouched in the middle of the room, catching my breath and looking around. I knew at once where they’d brought me, to the cellar of a building on Clink Street that had once been a guard station. But the guards didn’t bother with the Twilight anymore, so the minions had taken it over.

The room was long, with a low ceiling and shadows and spiderwebs lurking in its corners. Along one wall were flickery lanterns hung on nails, and along the other were prison cells, heavy doors with barred windows and pickable locks, where guards had once kept the bagmen and pickpockets they caught on the streets of the Twilight.

I got stiffly to my feet. The room was crowded, minions leaning against the damp walls, giving me their best menacing looks. One of them tossed my knapsack onto the floor. I started toward it, and the minion glared at me and showed me his fist.

I recognized him. He was big and burly, with a bumpy nose and just one eyebrow. His name was Fist. Standing beside him was his partner, Hand.

Warned you off once, Fist said.

He had, true.

Fist took a heavy step forward; I stepped back, away from him. An’ now here you are again, he said.

Hand came around behind me and grabbed my shoulders; I tried to squirm away, but he held me too tight.

Fist stepped forward again and, moving slowly, rested the rough knuckles of his fist on my face, right under my eye. I held my breath.

What’re you up to, little blackbird? he growled.

I didn’t say anything. Fist and the minions thought I was making a bid to be Underlord, like Crowe, my mother’s brother, to run the Twilight, the rundown, rotten side of the city. But being Underlord was the last thing I wanted.

Fist grabbed me by the front of my coat and drew back his fist to hit me.

I’m not up to anything! I gasped, and gritted my teeth, ready for the blow.

You’ve been warned off, Fist said again, leaning over me. His breath was hot and smelled like fish. Why’d you come back to the Twilight?

Because I had nowhere else to go, that was why. I couldn’t stay with Nevery and Benet because the Dawn Palace guards were watching all the time. I was under an order of exile. If Kerrn, the captain of the Dawn Palace guards, caught me, she’d drag me back to one of her prison cells and fill me up with truth-telling phlister until I told her what I was up to. And then she’d throw me out of the city.

But Fist wouldn’t care about any of that, so I kept quiet. The flames in the lanterns flickered, sending little shadow mice scurrying along the edges of the floor.

Nothing to say? Fist asked. He gave me a little shake and let me go and, behind me, Hand let me go, too. I ducked around them both and skiffed toward the door. I got two steps and felt Fist’s big hand on the scruff of my neck.

He jerked me back. Not done with you yet, he growled. Keeping his grip on me, he nodded at a short, big-eared minion with a bushy mustache. Tell what you found in his place.

Big-ears nodded. Papers with writing on ’em. Books with writing in ’em. Things for writing with.

Drats, they’d found my Rat Hole attic room.

What’re you up to, little bird? Fist asked.

Right. I took a deep breath. I’m a wizard, I said.

The minions lined up against the wall growled at that. He’s a lying gutterboy, he is, one of them said, shaking his head.

Crowe’s, said another minion.

I’m not Crowe’s, I said.

Maybe you are, and maybe you aren’t, Fist said. He looked down at his rough-knuckled hand. Maybe you’ll end up at the bottom of the river tonight, blackbird, and maybe you won’t.

I clenched my teeth to hold in a shiver of fright. What did he want with me, anyway? Fist, I really am a wizard, I said.

He nodded. Twilight needs a wizard, he said.

I stared at him. I’d heard that once before, when I was buying blackpowder explosives from a pyrotechnist called Embre. Had Fist been talking to Embre? What d’you want, exactly? I asked.

Something’s going on, Fist said. Along the walls, the minions nodded; a couple of them looked twitchy, as if they were afraid.

What? I asked.

You say you’re a wizard, Fist said. You’re going to tell us. Something’s happening. Something with the magic.


Asked boy again where staying in Twilight; would not say, curse him. Have sent Benet to look for his bolt-hole, but boy very good at hiding, and Twilight slums difficult to search.

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