I am Alice (Wardstone Chronicles / Last Apprentice Series, Book 12)
Joseph Delaney, Patrick Arrasmith
Language: English
Pages: 142
ISBN: 2:00232594
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The twelfth volume in the Last Apprentice series, the internationally bestselling fantasy adventure books that inspired the forthcoming major motion picture, Seventh Son. Told from the point of view of Alice, best friend—and true love—to Tom, the spook's last apprentice. Alice is the most powerful witch in the world, and she ventures into the dark itself. Will she return?
Alice Dean's destiny is intertwined with Tom Ward's. But he's going to be the next Spook, and she's a witch—possibly the most powerful one the world has ever seen. To rid the world of its greatest evil, the Fiend, Alice will venture into the depths of the dark for the final weapon Tom needs to defeat him. Will she survive? Or will she make the ultimate sacrifice for Tom?
The Last Apprentice series is soon to be a major motion picture, Seventh Son, starring Jeff Bridges, Ben Barnes, Alicia Vikander, Kit Harington, Olivia Williams, Antje Traue, Djimon Hounsou, and Julianne Moore as Mother Malkin.
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she would be cutting away the old man’s thumb bones. Using them, she’d be able to summon his soul and get the answers she needed. CHAPTER IX THE RELUCTANT SOUL WE set off toward Pendle immediately. Lizzie was eager to get back to her cottage and find out what the leather egg was and what it could do. We arrived after dark, but despite her impatience, she couldn’t get started on it right away. First she had to contact the coven in order to report back formally on the success of her
It was big, black, and shiny, a far cry from the working craft that usually plied the canal, carrying food, coal, and other materials between Caster and Kendal. It had a flat deck and one closed hatch. Then I looked at the source of the light that had drawn me across the fields like a foolish moth to the flame that would consume it. On the prow stood thirteen large black candles. They burned steadily, without even the slightest flicker, despite the gusts of wind that snatched the breath from my
Alice, I didn’t have time. They still don’t know. . . . So think about it. You’ve more chance with me than on your own; we need each other. After what I just did, they’ll be after me too. No doubt they’ll plan a horrible, slow second death for me. You’re close now to where you want to go. The domains move around, but they say the Fiend’s domain is always near this one with its basilica for worship. There’s a good chance that this gate will take us there. Trust me again, please. Let me help you.”
But, to my surprise, Marsha spoke up. “I know what works for me!” she cried. “Blood is what I need!” I thought that Maggie would be angry and warn the girl to keep quiet; the coven would surely decide what was best for her. Instead she beamed at her, reached across the table, and lifted one of the wooden cups. “It’s pleasing when a young potential witch knows what’s good for her,” said Maggie, snatching away the cloth and holding out the cup to the eager Marsha. I could smell the blood as she
nasty spider with the toe of my pointy left shoe, smearing it into the floor. As I stepped back, the air was filled with cries of outrage. I looked at the angry faces staring at me, and even now I remember that just one was different. Just one face wasn’t contorted with anger. Grimalkin was smiling. Maggie stepped toward me, then slapped me hard across the face, bringing tears to my eyes. Next she dragged me across to the table by my hair and picked up a knife. “She has defiled the testing.
