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The Rithmatist, Brandon Sanderson's New York Times bestselling epic teen adventure is now available in paperback.
More than anything, Joel wants to be a Rithmatist. Rithmatists have the power to infuse life into two-dimensional figures known as Chalklings. Rithmatists are humanity's only defense against the Wild Chalklings. Having nearly overrun the territory of Nebrask, the Wild Chalklings now threaten all of the American Isles.
As the son of a lowly chalkmaker at Armedius Academy, Joel can only watch as Rithmatist students learn the magical art that he would do anything to practice. Then students start disappearing―kidnapped from their rooms at night, leaving trails of blood. Assigned to help the professor who is investigating the crimes, Joel and his friend Melody find themselves on the trail of an unexpected discovery―one that will change Rithmatics―and their world―forever.
A New York Times Book Review Notable Children's Book of 2013
Fitch said. “I honestly don’t know that I’ve ever seen a student as skilled as you. You draw like a man with thirty years of practice.” “I usually get the nine-point wrong,” Joel said. “Few Rithmatists even come close with nine-point drawings,” Fitch said. “Your ability, particularly as a non-Rithmatist, is nothing short of astounding. You are, however, also an insensitive bully.” “A bully!” Joel exclaimed. Fitch raised a finger. “The most dangerous kind of man is not the one who spent his
the dusk sky. “You never did answer my question,” Melody said. “About why you want to be a Rithmatist so badly.” “Maybe it’s just because I feel like I missed my chance.” “You had the same chance as anyone else,” Melody said. “You were incepted.” “Yeah,” Joel said. “But in December instead of July.” “What?” Melody asked as Joel turned away and started walking again. She rushed up in front of him, then turned to face him, walking backward. “Inception happens in July.” “Unless you miss it,”
people went to plays, lounged in their rooms, or slept while his mother scrubbed floors. The anger immediately turned to guilt. While his mother scrubbed floors, he had been eating ice cream. If I were a Rithmatist, he thought, she wouldn’t have to do this. Melody had spoken with disdain about the money and power many Rithmatists coveted. She obviously had no concept of what it was like to have to go without. Joel walked down the steps between the bleachers, his steps echoing. His mother
A dresser, the trunk, the bed. The room was so small that he could almost touch the walls opposite one another at the same time. Yawning, intending to make his way to the restroom at the end of the hall, he opened the door. He stopped in place as he saw people rushing about in the hallway outside, talking excitedly. He caught the arm of one woman as she hurried past. “Mrs. Emuishere?” he said. “What’s going on?” The dark-skinned Egyptian woman eyed him. “Joel, lad! Haven’t you heard?” “Heard
Rithmatics. So you can judge where humankind’s abilities lie.” Nalizar said nothing. He came for the students, Joel realized. The war in Nebrask—the chalklings haven’t managed a significant breakout for centuries. Our Rithmatists are too strong. But if a creature like Nalizar can get at the students before they are trained … A new Rithmatist can only be made once an old one dies. What would happen if instead of dying, all of them were turned into chalkling monsters? No more Rithmatists. No