Rise of the Evening Star (Fablehaven, Book 2)

Brandon Mull

Language: English

Pages: 480

ISBN: 1416957707

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

At the end of the school year, Kendra and her brother Seth find themselves racing back to Fablehaven, a refuge for mythical and magical creatures. Grandpa Sorenson, the caretaker, invites three specialists -- a potion master, a magical relics collector, and a mystical creature trapper -- to help protect the property from the Society of the Evening Star, an ancient organization determined to infiltrate the preserve and steal a hidden artifact of great power. Time is running out. The Evening Star is storming the gates. If the artifact falls into the wrong hands, it could mean the downfall of other preserves and possibly the world. Will Kendra learn to use her fairy gifts in time? Will Seth stay out of trouble?

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milk and placed the empty mug on the nightstand. “You’re not going to do anything stupid this time, are you,” she said. “I’ve learned my lesson.” “Because it sounds like something bad is going on,” Kendra said. “They don’t need you making it worse.” “I’ll be the perfect grandchild.” “Once you get your gold from the satyrs,” Kendra said. “Yeah, after that.” She lay back, letting her head sink into the feathery pillow, and stared up at the sharp angles of the attic ceiling. What would Grandpa

prerogative,” Coulter said. “Can we move on to something else?” Seth asked. “Can we?” Coulter asked Kendra. “There’s nothing else for me to say,” Kendra said, still frustrated. Coulter acted like he didn’t notice her tone. “As I was telling you before, my specialty is magical items. There are all sorts of magical items in the world. Many have burned out—they were once magical but have run out of energy and lost their power. Others remain functional but can only be used a limited number of

bounded across the valley, coming to an abrupt stop near the edge of the shadowy grove. “Forward a few more steps, Hugo,” Coulter said. The golem leaned forward, trembling. He rocked back, and the shaking stopped. Slowly Hugo lifted a leg. As he tried to move it forward, he began to shudder. “Enough, Hugo,” Coulter said. “Set us down.” “What’s the deal with Hugo?” Seth asked. “Just as most magical creatures cannot enter the yard back at the house, Hugo cannot enter this grove. There is an

here?” Seth asked. “Fortunately, what we need is close by,” Errol said. He indicated a stately building half a block down the road. A sign out front read: “We’re going to break into a mortuary?” Kendra asked. “Are we going to steal a body?” Seth said, sounding too eager for Kendra’s liking. “Nothing so morbid,” Errol assured them. “The owner of the mortuary, Archibald Mangum, lives on the premises. He owns a stylized figurine in the likeness of a toad. We can use the figurine to drive away

Courage was his thing. It didn’t have to be fast. He just had to get there. Seth focused on the nail and began moving the pliers toward it. He could not move quickly. It was as if the air had become a gel. If he tried to go fast, his progress halted. Pushing slowly and steadily, the hand with the pliers gradually advanced. The hands of the revenant reached his throat. Fingers so cold they burned pressed into his flesh. The rest of his body was numb. Seth didn’t care. The pliers kept moving.

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