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Zusatztext “Kat Stephenson returns for more magical adventures in Regency England in this diverting middle-grade fantasy novel! sequel to Kat! Incorrigible…. All together! a fun romp for fantasy and Regency fans of all ages.” — LOCUS! July 2012 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 Twelve-year-old Kat tries to use her untrained magical powers to prevent use of the wild magic of Sulis Minerva found in Bath! England! where Stepmama has brought the family in hopes of finding Kat's sister a proper match. Renegade Magic One It was a truth universally acknowledged that my brother, Charles, was a hopeless gamester, a ridiculous oversleeper, and the one sibling too lazy to take part in any family arguments, no matter how exasperating our sisters might have been (and usually were). But he had one shining virtue as an older brother: He was infinitely persuadable. “You do know, Kat,” he whispered, “Stepmama will murder you for this if she finds out.” He was yawning so hard that most people wouldn’t have been able to decipher his words, but I had long experience. Ever since Charles had been sent home from Oxford in disgrace, he’d resorted to sleep as his safest escape from family obligations. Even as he yawned and complained, though, he was obediently following me down the creaking wooden stairs to the ground floor of our family’s vicarage. It was simply too much trouble for Charles to hold out against anyone who didn’t give up the first time he said no. And I—as all three of my siblings could testify—was definitely stubborn enough for the task. It was still dark outside, and the candle in my hand was the only light in the stairway. I held it up high for Charles’s sake, and carefully stepped over the spots on the stairs where the ancient wood was beginning to rot. “Stepmama won’t murder me,” I whispered back, “because she won’t find out. Anyway, she’ll be too busy preparing for the wedding to bother with either of us when she wakes up.” “Huh.” As usual, he didn’t bother to pursue the argument … which was just as well, since nothing could have changed my mind. In three hours my oldest sister was going to be married. In four hours—five at the most, if the wedding breakfast took longer than expected—Elissa would be gone, and all of our lives would change forever. Even when she came back for visits, from now on, she would always bring her husband with her—and as much as I liked her sweet-tempered fiancé, Mr. Collingwood, it could never be the same. They would be sharing a bedroom, for one thing. That meant I wouldn’t be free to slip into Elissa’s room any time in the day or night to get comfort or advice or help against Stepmama … or even just to let Elissa fuss over me, the way she had ever since I had been born and our mother had died, leaving my two older sisters to raise me. For all that I’d complained over the years about Elissa’s prissiness and high-handedness, her lectures on propriety, and the fact that she never seemed to realize I was twelve years old and not a ...
