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Zusatztext "With a multilayered plot! lovable characters! and laugh-out-loud wit! STOLEN MAGIC is a delightful conclusion to the Kat! Incorrigible trilogy that will leave readers wishing for more." Informationen zum Autor Stephanie Burgis is the author of Masks and Shadows. She has published over thirty short stories for adults. Kat, Incorrigible (US)/A Most Improper Magick (UK) won the Waverton Good Read Children's Award in 2011 for Best Début Children's Novel by a British writer. It was followed by Renegade Magic/A Tangle of Magicks and Stolen Magic/A Reckless Magick. Born in Michigan, she now lives in Wales with her husband, writer Patrick Samphire, and their children. Before becoming a fulltime writer, she studied music history as a Fulbright Scholar in Vienna, Austria, and worked as a website editor for a British opera company. Klappentext In the midst of preparations for her sister! Angeline's! wedding and her own upcoming test for full membership in the Order of Guardians! 13-year-old Kat must work with Lady Fotherington to seek some missing portals. Stolen Magic One 1804 Despite what either of my sisters may say, I actually possess a great deal of common sense. That was why I waited until nearly midnight on the last night of our journey into Devon before I climbed out of my bedroom window. Luckily, my family was staying on the first floor of the inn, so the rope I’d brought along in case of emergencies was more than long enough. Luckier yet, I knew a useful secret: it’s much easier to sneak out in the middle of the night when you can make yourself invisible. I landed on the grass with a thud that sent the rope jerking hard against the window’s edge. It was the moment of truth: I held my breath, watching the darkened window and searching for the faintest sign of an outraged older sister awake and ready to use all of her considerable powers—even scandalous witchcraft—to try to force me back to safety. Nothing. My shoulders relaxed. Not for the first time, I blessed my sister Angeline for the fact that she slept like the dead. If our older sister, Elissa, had been the one sharing a room with me, the noise would have woken her in an instant, and then there would have been goodness only knew how much commotion and offended propriety. It was the first time I’d ever been glad that she was gone. Elissa was one of my favorite people in the entire world, and ever since she had moved with her new husband to London last autumn, I had missed her every single day. When it came to matters of propriety, though, she was the prissiest female I had ever met. And there was nothing in the world quite so improper as magic. That was one of the reasons I loved it so much. Grass tickled between my bare feet as I took a deep, exhilarating breath of cold night air. My magic-working buzzed in the back of my head, strong and steady. I was on a mission, and for once, no one in my family was going to stop me. I turned around, letting my eyes acclimate to the darkness. I’d landed to one side of the sprawling old timber-framed inn, which backed onto a hill dotted with trees. By the top of the hill, they thickened into a true forest, dark and full of secrets. We were only a mile away from the sea, the closest I’d ever been to it in my life, and I could smell a hint of salt in the air, exotic and intriguing. To my left, the thatched cottages of the village below stood dark and silent. To my right, the trees whispered to themselves in the shadows and a cool breeze ruffled my hair with the promise of adventure. I knew exactly which way to go. There was no one in...
