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Zusatztext "Clever and exciting, just like the previous book, this also features a layered relationship between Theodosia and her grandmother. Nonstop action in a delightfully English package." Booklist "Archaeology and fantasy fans alike will find much to love in this magical tale chock-full of ancient Egyptian artifacts and details. Theodosia’s first-person narration is often very funny as she deals with the adults around her, and the plot is quick and multilayered like a well-wrapped mummy." School Library Journal Informationen zum Autor R.L. LaFevers lives in Southern California. Learn more at her website: http://www.rllafevers.com/ Yoko Tanaka lives in Los Angeles and Bangkok with her husband and three cats. In addition to illustrating the Theodosia books, she has also illustrated The Magician’s Elephant by Kate DiCamillo and a picture book, Sparrow Girl by Sara Pennypacker. Her artwork can be found at yokotanaka.com Klappentext Being able to detect black magic isn't all tea and crumpets?and for Theodosia Throckmorton, it can be a decidedly tricky business! In this third book in the popular series, Sticky Will drags Theo to a magic show featuring the Great Awi Bubu. Theo quickly senses there is more to the magician than he lets on, setting in motion a chain of events she never could have bargained for. Meanwhile, back at the Museum of Legends and Antiquities, Henry is home for the spring holidays and makes an accidental discovery of an artifact that alchemists have been hunting for centuries. Soon, every black-cloaked occultist in London is trying to get their hands on it . . . This highly praised, exciting middle grade series is a must for fans of mysteries, humor, and nonstop action. Leseprobe Chapter One: The Great Awi Bubu March 23, 1907 I hate being followed. I especially hate being followed by a bunch of lunatic adults playing at being occultists. Unfortunately, the Black Sunners were out in full force today. I’d spotted the first one on High Street, and by the time I’d reached the Alcazar Theater, there were two more on my tail. I glanced at the sparse crowd waiting outside the rundown theater, my heart sinking when I saw that Sticky Will wasn’t there yet. Not knowing what else to do, I got in line for the ticket window, then checked to see if the men would follow. One leaned against the building across the street, and another one lounged against a lamppost, pretending to read the paper. "If you aren’t going to purchase a ticket, get out of the way," a coarse voice said. I pulled my gaze away from my pursuers to find the woman in the ticket booth glaring at me. While my attention had been focused elsewhere, the line had moved forward, and it was now my turn. "Sorry," I muttered, setting my coin on the counter. She snatched it up and shoved a green paper ticket at me. "Next?" she called out. As I left the ticket booth, Will was still nowhere in sight. Keeping a close eye on the Black Sunners for any sudden moves, I ventured over to the playbill pasted to the crumbling brick wall. INTRODUCING THE GREAT AWI BUBU! PERFORMING REAL EGYPTIAN MAGIC! The lurid picture showed a man in traditional Egyptian garb raising a mummy. I was relatively sure that whatever the Great Awi Bubu did, it was not Egyptian magic. He was most likely some charlatan taking advantage of London’s heightened interest in all things Egyptian. Not that I’d had anything to do with that—well, not intentionally anyway. All those mummies running loose in London hadn’t really been my fault. How was I to know that there was such a thing as a staff that could raise the dead? Or that it would be lurking in the Museum of Legends and Antiquities’ basement? It could have happened to anyone. Sticky Will had been instrumental in fixing the s...
