Found (The Magic Thief, Book 3)
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Never turn your back on a dragon!
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.
stoichiometric control, boy,” Nevery said. Brushing soot-flakes out of the way, he crawled out from under the table and got to his feet. “It means exact measurements, exact timing, and absolutely pure materials.” Coughing up the smoke, I’d coughed up the knot of worry in my throat. “And stoichiometry means patience, right?” I said. That’s what he’d told me, anyway. I crawled out and stood up. The soot covered everything in the room like a fall of new snow, except black. “Yes, boy,” Nevery said,
magic. Once I got back to Wellmet with my locus magicalicus. “Nevery, I need to go,” I said. I could feel the spell-line not far away, leading south. It pulled at me like a string. “Yes, all right, my lad,” Nevery said. “Be careful.” “Nevery, I’m always careful,” I said. Benet snorted. He’d taken the knapsack from Nevery and packed it with the stuff from his sacks; he handed it to me. A blanket was rolled up and strapped to it, too. “Here,” Nevery said. He had my coat, the one with the shabby
a map. She kept it folded inside a square of oiled leather so it’d be dry in case of rain. Nearby, the burnt-black spell-line cut across a wide trade road, which led through a clearing edged by tall, straight pine trees. Rowan pulled out the map to have a look at where we were. “I think we’re about here,” she said. She’d put the map on the pine-needly ground and squatted down, pointing. Her gloved finger rested on a line leading to a dot with the word Torrent next to it. A city. “Have we
took up the whole top of the mountain. I’d climbed partway up the dragon’s tail to find my locus magicalicus. It’d said the lothfalas spell, and all the locus magicalicus stones had lit up. Wait. All of its locus stones. Dragons kept hoards, didn’t they? But why locus stones? What did a dragon have to do with magic? I crouched beside the glowing pile of stones and gazed up into the dragon’s eye. It was like looking into the night sky, deep black and full of stars. Like a great double-wide
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