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Secure and no restrictions! Click it and Downloads it! By PhysiuxThe good thing is that Patterson writes in short little chapters which makes the reading very quick. The story is told in the first person alternately in chapters by Wisty and Whit, sister and brother, witch and wizard. This should appeal to both male and female YA readers, as will the idea of kids living on their own in a big department store and doing a better job of running things than the grownups.
Wow, lots of excitement!! By Valley GirlI enjoyed this series very much. It's fast paced, exciting and adventurous, I highly recommend for children to encourage the love of reading! I highly recommend for anyone who just loves to read!! Whit and Wisty Allgood have sacrificed everything to lead the resistance against the merciless totalitarian regime that governs their world.
But the growing strength of the siblings' magic hasn't been enough to stop The One's evil rampage, and now he's executed the only family they had left. Wisty knows that the time has finally come for her to face The One. But her fight and her fire only channel more power to this already invincible being.
How can she and Whit possibly prepare for a showdown with the ruthless villain that devastated their world--before he can truly become all-powerful? In this stunning third installment of the epic, bestselling Witch Wizard series, the stakes have never been higher--and the consequences will change everything.
From BooklistThe first two entries in the series, Witch Wizard and The Gift , were slapdash, hackneyed affairs involving hastily thrown-together characters and a generically totalitarian future government headed by the evil The One.
Thankfully, this apparent conclusion benefits from having to tie together the various threads, resulting in a tighter, more coherent story line. Its not about you being on the run. Its because youve been involved with him. You mean The One? But why would he I want to say that surely the Needermans are small potatoes to the New Order.
Theyre not Resistance anyway. We dont say that name in this house. She grips my arm and drags me over to a corner, even farther away from the others, but theres an audible increase in whispering.
Were almost all thats left, Pearl says gravely. I look at her, not understanding, and she gestures impatiently around the room at the candles, the figures, the signs of their devout religion. The only ones who still believe in the Holiday and everything it stands for, who still keep the faith, she says. And his spies are everywhere. But there must be other people who still practice, I press, thinking of the illegal Holiday decorations present in the square, the obvious signs that there are other religious families still holding on.
She shakes her head. Everyone just believes in him now. In the beginning, we gathered in one of the halls. We thought wed be safe there, that theyd respect the holiness of the place.
Instead it just made us a giant target. He sent his henchman to do his dirty work. Pearl looks mesmerized, as if shes watching the events unfold in a movie. One of them had learned some of his evil magic. He wanted to put his hands on our heads. Some of the kids went right up to him, because it was like being blessed, like we were used to at the hall. I stayed behind, but not my brother, not Zig. Ziggy was smart, but he had more faith than any of us. Pearl smiles faintly, remembering, but then her expression darkens.
And the evil man he wouldnt stop smiling put his hand on Ziggys forehead. Ziggy was smiling, too. And and then Ziggys face it started She swallows, her eyes unfocused. Melting just melting off.
She takes a breath. I kept screaming for Ziggy, but then someone grabbed me. And then we were running. Thats all I remember. Im almost too horrified to speak. Pearl is staring straight ahead, her mouth a thin line. But youre here now, I say. Youre safe. She laughs, and its cold, harsh.
Safe I look around at the frightened faces, the spooked eyes, and I finally get it. Im one of the dark ones, with this terrific power I possess.
My magic makes me like him, regardless of how I use it. Hewitt approaches us and looks at Pearls angry little face. He raises an eyebrow at me but lets it go. He hands me a sorry-looking candle made of some kind of fat.
We light these every night.
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For the dead. Were about to begin. I want to ask Pearl more questions about Ziggy, and above all about the horrifying smiling man who melts childrens faces. But shes already standing up to join her family in a big circle.
And its clear from that determined expression setting her lips in a tight little knot that thats the last shes ever going to say about poor Ziggy Neederman.
Im swimming, only my goggles are foggy and my air tank has just run out of oxygen. My lungs are burning so much I think for a second that I might be flaming out and can actually feel it for the first time.
The girl who can set herself on fire. Some Gift. There seems to be a ton of people surrounding me, and none of them looks like my brother. Where is Whit? I vaguely remember him carrying me, but whats happened since then? Is he sick? Is he being tortured somewhere by my skeletal captors? Two kids stand over me, prodding my arm with a stick. The bigger one, a freckle-faced show-off with a chipped tooth, is answering a question the other has asked.
Shes the red-haired witch, dummy. Not very good at it, is she? I focus through the pain and summon all my energy to fix the little braggart with a long, withering look. To my utter satisfaction, the kids scamper away in horror. Shell change us into rodents!
Freckles yells. Ah, my reputation has preceded me. Somehow, it feels like an overwhelming relief that I can still strike fear into the hearts of children. Exhausted, I collapse back into the cushion of sleep. The next time I open my eyes, its dark, and there are candles everywhere. Everyone in the room looks shell-shocked, like theyve just received the worst news.
My heart starts to race until I see my brother. Hes across the room, standing with some grubby-looking little girl, and I feel such a sense of relief I almost pass out again. I wish I could get his attention, but I dont have the strength to move.
An older man with a weathered face and a braid running down his back is leading some kind of vigil. These people, whoever they are, have lost someone.
My heart aches for them; I know what loss feels like, too. Believe me. Lets not let them take everything from us yet, though. The weathered man looks from face to face, eyes fierce. Lets sing for family.
Lets sing for hope. The crowd of filthy, gaunt survivors all hold hands, and theres barely enough space in this tiny basement room to fit them all.
The whole place is radiant with candlelight, and the broken glass dangling from the ceiling shimmers. Then the singing starts up. Its low at first, and then, as more and more voices join in, the volume builds, like the vibrations of a bell or the mournful echo when you trace a finger along the lip of a glass. You feel it inside you. Its so beautiful, you almost have to turn away. When I realize what they are singing, its like an arrow to my chest.
Silent, Silent. Even buried under all this grief, I can see Dads expressive face mouthing the words over our heads on Holiday Eve, hear Moms sweet voice dancing along the verses. A sob catches in my throat as I hum along to the familiar melody, tears streaming down my cheeks. I lock eyes with Whit across the room. Hes looking at me like his heart is breaking, like hes saying good-bye. To me. I shake my head. The candles are blurring again, Im drowning in darkness.
Silent, silent. But Im not ready to go. Not yet. There are shadowy figures all around me, but I cant make them out. Something jabs me in the ribs and I flip onto my feet, muscles tensed, ready to tear it to shreds.
In the millisecond before I move to strike, theres a hyena-like laugh, high and mocking. Ooooh, a familiar young voice teases, someone is a leetle bit jumpy this morning. Come on, wiz boy, lets get going.
I make out Pearl Maries mop of ratty hair in the darkness, and yesterday comes flooding back to me. I mustve passed out on a pile of rags. Go where? Its still dark out! I groan. What with being a fugitive on the run from the most powerful being in the universe, rewatching our parents execution, and carrying my dying sister on my back through a maze of plague victims and trained wolves, Ive been put through the wringer, physically and emotionally. I could sleep until next Holiday season.
Its half past quit-your-whining oclock. Pearl Marie is already crouched down, digging through the rags. Youre fit to work, aint ya? The tiny drill sergeant starts lobbing bedding at my head. Well, yeah, but A moth-eaten sweater soars through the air. Gotta warped sun hat to the gut pull your weight, like everybody else. Find a disguise. I duck as a shredded blanket makes a beeline for my nose. Pearl stands up, hands on her hips. Everyone knows your stupid face.
What about Wisty?
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I protest. I cant just leave her No prob. Pearl shrugs. Mama May told me to stick close to the house and look after her. I soften a bit at the mention of Mama May, remembering how much the Needermans are risking by taking us in, how dearly theyll pay should they be found out. I owe them this. I reluctantly start climbing into the crusty clothing. After a minute, I peek out from under my disguise of toga-like moldy blanket topped with a half-unraveled scarf as a face mask topped with a large sun hat.
Does it still look like me? Big muscles? Small brain? Yep, I can definitely still tell its you under there. Pearl frowns. I sigh in frustration. It used to be so easy before. I could just morph a bit, take the form of an old man, a bird, almost anything Id need to be. Wait a minute. Something is different. Pearls looking at me in wonder, and I feel things shifting: the shape of my nose, the length of my hair and are those dimples I feel?
Pearl holds up a piece of Holiday glass so I can see my reflection. Im stunned. After days of feeling my power slipping away from me, I cant believe it freaking worked! Whos got the mojo? Wizards got the mojo! Meanwhile, Pearls doubled over with laughter. Brandon Michael Hatfield? Are you serious?
I reply, incredulous. You know him? Pearls voice goes up a full octave.
Of course I know him! He was the biggest dreamboat in the former Freeland! I just didnt realize you had the mind of a preteen girl! Celebrities have mostly been wiped out in the N. Besides, Ive been the poster boy for public scorn long enough. Maybe I wouldnt mind having a face everyone likes for a change. So sue me. My girlfriend used to be into his music, I say, shrugging, pretending that the mention of Celia doesnt still hurt somewhere deep inside. Pearl nods skeptically.
Hey, its actually pretty tough to just come up with a new identity out of thin air! Sometimes you have to, you know, borrow one. Brendan Whats-His-Face seemed like as good an option as anyone else. Brandon Michael Hatfield, she corrects, as if Ive committed sacrilege. Got it. I roll my eyes. Anyway, it works, doesnt it? Pearl nods, still giggling, then hustles me toward the door. You better get goin. But my sister I glimpse Wistys frail body across the room, her red hair matted with fever.
If anything, she looks worse today. Ill tend to her for you. Ill talk to her and dab at her forehead. Trust me. Ill look after her. Pearl pats my hand and peers up at me with her big silver eyes, all scouts honor. I start to smile gratefully, but then Pearl finishes, At least until she dies. And it does seem mad that Im trying to get to a place where the dead still walk. To the Underworld. To the Shadowland. To Celia the love of my life, trapped among the Lost Ones. I cant get Pearls words until she dies out of my head.
If I could just get back to Celia, I know she could tell me what to do. Shed been brutally murdered by the New Order, but she sometimes still came to visit me. As a spirit. And she had helped Wisty and me so many times before.
Shed know what to say. Wouldnt she? I dont care. I need her now, no matter what. Her sweet smell, her comforting arms, her voice whispering encouragement. I cant be alone now. Like Id done so many times before, I head for a concrete wall at the end of an alleyway and smash my shoulder into it at full force, hoping for some vulnerability I cant see, a bend in the fabric of this dimension giving way to the next.
Wed used this pathway before, in the days when it seemed portals to the Shadowland were everywhere. But The Ones influence is growing, and many portals have disappeared or have been blocked.
Like this one. Im met with only a bright flash of pain, and I crumple to the ground, utterly defeated, yearning for Celia, for my parents, for the kids who gave their lives for the Resistance. Ive lost nearly everything, and now Im going to lose my sister, too.
The words lap at my ears like an echo in a seashell. Until she dies No. I drag myself out of the garbage on the street. I will not let my sister die. Im thinking of the Resistance fighters, of Janine and Margo and Emmet kids who had lost everything but who would never give up on one another, and never gave up on us.
Kids who are long gone now but whose determination I can still feel. Im also thinking of Byron, whom Wisty zapped into a weasel on more than one occasion. As screwed up as a lot of his theories were, Byron seemed to be right about one thing: when our power went through him, it became stronger, even though he didnt possess any magic on his own. Wed tested that on other kids, too, and it had seemed to work. So maybe, just maybe, it could work now?
I sprint back to the Needermans bombed-out apartment building, taking the basement stairs two at a time, and then burst into the small room, searching for Pearl. Shes nowhere to be found. What was it she said? Im not sure I know the meaning of that word anymore. I crouch down by Wisty. Shes still feverish and barely conscious, and her face is filthy. Dont give up on me yet, Wist. Ive got a plan.
Just hang in there. I start to wipe my sisters face with a dirty cloth when the door opens and the little ragamuffin saunters in. Pearl sees my angry expression and shrugs. I got hungry and figured the witch wouldnt miss me, she says cheerfully enough. Shouldnt be long now anyway the mess she coughed up earlier was some kind of gross black sludge.
Before I know what Im doing, I bat the scraps of food Pearls holding to the floor and tug the little girl across the room toward my sister. Its not my fault shes Youre not going to watch over Wisty until she dies. Youre going to help me make her better, I tell her, voice as hard as iron. Right now. Sweat stands out on my sisters forehead, but her teeth chatter behind her papery lips.
This has to work. Pearl slouches next to me, feigning boredom, but Im gripping one of her hands and one of Wistys with frenzied determination. Wisty coughs violently, and red drops of blood appear on the corners of her mouth. I lick my lips and try to swallow my panic.
I have to work fast; were losing her. I let go of Pearl and start to riffle through my journal for a spell, but Pearl snatches the book away with nimble fingers practiced in theft. The kid looks genuinely appalled. Give it. Now, I manage. Its taking a massive effort not to yell at her.
Fine, she says, chucking the journal at my head. Ill just be over here, choking on my own vomit. Thats what my dying sister is actually doing right now, thanks to your lack of cooperation. I heave a frustrated sigh. I lean over to pull Wistys fire-red hair away from her clammy cheeks. Listen, Wist, youre not done living not by a long shot, I say quietly. Youre not done rocking the music, bursting into flames like a badass, or mouthing off when Im trying to give you advice.
And this is the best advice your big brother is ever going to give you. I start to choke up but force this last part out anyway, because I need my sister to hear it: Youre not allowed to die yet, okay? Its definitely not in your best interest. Wisty doesnt move and her breathing stays shallow, but Pearls face softens and she gets this big-eyed sympathetic look, like she might actually start crying, too. I have something to say.
Pearl awkwardly puts a hand on Wistys shoulder, looking kind of embarrassed. Im staring, not sure what to make of this, and she shoots me an annoyed look. Close your eyes, Whit.
Its like a prayer or whatever. I shut my eyes obediently and hear her settle in beside me. I expect her to make some snide remark, but when she speaks, her voice is sad and sincere. Whit seems to care about you a whole lot, Pearl starts. I had a brother, too, who I cared about. And he used to keep an eye out for me, too.
Shes quiet for a moment. But hes gone now and Her voice quivers, and my heart lurches in my chest. And it was just the worst thing thats ever happened to me, so I know how he feels. Pearl pauses for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to go on.
So just just wake up already. I open my eyes, but Wistys pale face is unmoving. Pearl grips my hand tightly as if it had been her idea all along.
Okay, wizard, she says gently, now do your sappy poetry thing. I flip to a fresh page in my journal, and Murry Robinsons words unfold on the page before me: Though Death but seldom turns aside From those he means to take, He would not yet our hearts divide, For love and pitys sake.
I shut my eyes tightly, and a shudder goes through me as I imagine the blurred, skeletal image of Death pointing a spindly finger at Wisty, then turning away in defeat. He looks more like The One, actually.
The anger builds within me until Im shaking with all of the rage, pain, and frustration that comes from losing everything you love in the world. I say the poem over and over, my voice forceful and sure, and I hear Pearl chanting beside me, too, her words warped by tears for Ziggy and the others whom Death didnt turn away from.
Energy surges through us into Wistys frail body, and the single lightbulb in the room flickers and shatters. My fingers burn with the spark of raw, healing power. When the surge subsides, I peek at Wisty tentatively. I hold my breath, waiting to see the effects of my power, the color rushing into her cheeks, the familiar wry smile, her own magic emanating from her again.
It has to have worked. I felt it. But shes not moving. Im not even sure shes breathing. My pulse quickens. Its like shes already gone. Pearl is looking at me with big, nervous eyes. What if whatever I just did actually killed Wisty instead of saved her? And then, just as Im ready to give up all hope, my sisters eyelids flutter open.
I dont know what I was expecting lucidity, maybe? The magic hasnt made Wisty shiny and new again, or even totally well, but still, something has changed. Her eyes are dazed and feverish, burning into mine. And theyre no longer ringed with red. I shout, squeezing her way too roughly in a hug I cant stop. Hi, Whit, she chokes out.
Im okay. Tears slip down her cheeks, and Im nearly sobbing with relief myself. With that small effort, Wisty passes out, but sheer, unfiltered joy floods through my system anyway. Somehow I know shes going to make it. I have the power to heal. This is what its like to feel invincible. SO, so cold. Im wrapped in blankets, but Im as icy as a slab of beef hanging in a meat truck: chilled to the bone.
The air tastes stale and recycled, but I cant even seem to lift my head to get a better look at this room.
My vision is still a little blurry, but Im suddenly aware of a figure next to me. I flinch, adrenaline rushing to my head as my body sends out the alert: Stranger.
Dark, claustrophobic room. So many people want me dead. And where is my brother?While others rot from the plague like sewer rats, still The Gift prevails. Wisty and me. Youre fit to work, aint ya? Pearl holds up a piece of Holiday glass so I can see my reflection. Its no big thing for me, the little fountain of goodwill says, like death is something shes intimately familiar with, even bored by.
The expression kind of reminds me of Wisty at the height of her frustration with me. I cant keep watching the people I care about most die. He writes full-time and lives in Florida with his family. Im also thinking of Byron, whom Wisty zapped into a weasel on more than one occasion. When Whit brought you in, he said he didnt know how much longer youd last.
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