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It was as though someone had taken a brush and painted a white stripe from the inside of Skandar's wrist to his wrist. But the weirdest thing was that the the white was translucent. He could see the tendons and bones of his arm through the skin.'' SKANDAR soars with magic, adventure, and pulse-pounding fun – the book equivalent of riding a rollercoaster while eating cake with fireworks exploding overhead!' – Andy Sagar, author of the Yesterday Crumb series
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Yet how is that meant to happen when a bard sings a true song that spells doom and destruction for the Eyrie and everyone on the island – oh it just so happens to implicate Skandar. That’s the last thing he needs, it’s not like everything doesn’t hate him enough or isn't scared of him now is allowed to openly train using his chosen elemental power.
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Kvalitou sa vyrovná prvej časti, ba možno ju ešte o kúsok predčí. Skandar a jeho partia zažívajú nové dobrodružstvá, no tentoraz dostane svoj priestor aj jeho sestra Kenna. A. F. Steadman has created a stunning new world that feels both familiar and fresh, with a cast of characters that will stay with you long after you’ve finished reading.’ –Tọlá Okogwu, author of Onyeka and the Academy of the Sun A.F. Steadman is an English author who grew up in Kent. She worked in law, like me, until she discovered the magic of writing. “Skandar and the Unicorn Thief” (the prequel to this book) is the breakthrough novel for A. F. Steadman.
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A. F. Steadman has created a stunning new world that feels both familiar and fresh, with a cast of characters that will stay with you long after you’ve finished reading.’ –Tọlá Okogwu, author of Onyeka and the Academy of the Sun
There was nothing. Every child who turned thirteen before the summer solstice was required to take the Hatchery exam. It was in the Treaty. It was the law. Though, apparently, that hadn’t applied to Skandar. Kenna was ashamed of the unkind thoughts that filled her head. How she had always been stronger, faster, cleverer. She’d helped raise Skandar; she would have known if he was exceptional. And—although she loved him very much—he wasn’t. He’d always needed her. And that had to mean Skandar was hiding something.