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After embarking on the epic quest of the seven keys, our Magicians may have restore magic but not without a great cost. With their memories erased and new magic-free identities, they're more vulnerable than ever to the ancient, powerful, and unkillable Monster who escape confinement from Castle Blackspire and jumped bodies to a new host, Eliot.
Martin will follow his sister in one of the portals the gods created for her and the young man decided to stay in the land forever, safe from his abuser. There he learned magic and his aura became darker and darker until he becomes The Beast, an entity feared by all.
This will cause Jane and Rupert to try to stop their brother. While Jane created time loops for young magicians to get rid of him, Rupert created a conduit between him and the land making him immortal and making Fillory "his". In the end, the group of magicians will kill The Beast in a time loop where Jane is murdered, and they free Fillory from Rupert by making it implode before creating a New Fillory.
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Another fantastical series that got the Hollywood treatment - this time under the direction of Tim Burton - the Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children series first introduces us to Jacob, 16 and alone in the world, as he stumbles upon an abandoned orphanage on a remote island. Who were the children who lived under this roof? What were they capable of? And is it possible they're still alive? Vintage photographs combine with haunting text in this bestselling series.
It was July, and real July weather, such as they had in OldEngland. Everybody went bright brown, like Red Indians, withstartling teeth and flashing eyes. The dogs moved about withtheir tongues hanging out, or lay panting in bits of shade, whilethe farm horses sweated through their coats and flicked their tailsand tried to kick the horse-flies off their bellies with their greathind hoofs. In the pasture field the cows were on the gad, andcould be seen galloping about with their tails in the air, whichmade Sir Ector angry.
Wart would not have been frightened of an English forest nowadays,but the great jungle of Old England was a different matter.It was not only that there were wild boars in it, whose sounderswould at this season be furiously rooting about, nor that one of thesurviving wolves might be slinking behind any tree, with pale eyesand slavering chops. The mad and wicked animals were not theonly inhabitants of the crowded gloom. When men themselvesbecame wicked they took refuge there, outlaws cunning and bloodyas the gore-crow, and as persecuted. The Wart thoughtparticularly of a man named Wat, whose name the cottagers used tofrighten their children with. He had once lived in Sir Ector'svillage and the Wart could remember him. He squinted, had nonose, and was weak in his wits. The children threw stones at him.One day he turned on the children and caught one and made asnarly noise and bit off his nose too. Then he ran into the forest.They threw stones at the child with no nose, now, but Wat wassupposed to be in the forest still, running on all fours and dressedin skins.
"Perhaps," said the Wart to himself, "even if Hob does notcome, and I do not see how he can very well follow me in thistrackless woodland now, I shall be able to climb up by myself atabout midnight, and bring Cully down. He might stay there atabout midnight because he ought to be asleep by then. I couldspeak to him softly by name, so that he thought it was just theusual person coming to take him up while hooded. I shall haveto climb very quietly. Then, if I do get him, I shall have to findmy way home, and the drawbridge will be up. But perhaps somebodywill wait for me, for Kay will have told them I am out. Iwonder which way it was? I wish Kay had not gone."
The boy slept well in the woodland nest where he hadlaid himself down, in that kind of thin but refreshingsleep which people have when they begin to lie out ofdoors. At first he only dipped below the surface of sleep,and skimmed along like a salmon in shallow water, so close to thesurface that he fancied himself in air. He thought himself awakewhen he was already asleep. He saw the stars above his face,whirling on their silent and sleepless axis, and the leaves of thetrees rustling against them, and he heard small changes in thegrass. These little noises of footsteps and soft-fringed wing-beatsand stealthy bellies drawn over the grass blades or rattling againstthe bracken at first frightened or interested him, so that he movedto see what they were (but never saw), then soothed him, so thathe no longer cared to see what they were but trusted them to bethemselves, and finally left him altogether as he swam down deeperand deeper, nuzzling into the scented turf, into the warm ground,into the unending waters under the earth.
It was the season of water-lilies. If Sir Ector had not kept onesection free of them for the boys' bathing, all the water would havebeen covered. As it was, about twenty yards on each side of thebridge were cut each year, and one could dive in from the bridgeitself. The moat was deep. It was used as a stew, so that theinhabitants of the castle could have fish on Fridays, and for thisreason the architects had been careful not to let the drains andsewers run into it. It was stocked with fish every year.
Immediately there was a loud blowing of sea-shells, conchesand so forth, and a stout, jolly-looking gentleman appeared seatedon a well-blown-up cloud above the battlements. He had ananchor tattooed on his stomach and a handsome mermaid withMabel written under her on his chest. He ejected a quid oftobacco, nodded affably to Merlyn and pointed his trident at theWart. The Wart found he had no clothes on. He found that hehad tumbled off the drawbridge, landing with a smack on his sidein the water. He found that the moat and the bridge had grownhundreds of times bigger. He knew that he was turning into afish.
Archimedes seemed to be accustomed to these scenes, for he nowsaid in a reasonable voice: "Why don't you ask for the hat by name,master? Say, 'I want my magician's hat,' not 'I want the hat Iwas wearing.' Perhaps the poor chap finds it as difficult to livebackward as you do."
Master Twyti drew one leg slowly from under the boar, stoodup, took hold of his knee with his right hand, moved it inquiringlyin various directions, nodded to himself and stretched his backstraight. Then he picked up his spear without saying anythingand limped over to Beaumont. He knelt down beside him and tookhis head on his lap. He stroked Beaumont's head and said, "Harkto Beaumont. Softly, Beaumont, mon amy. Oyez a Beaumontthe valiant. Swef, le douce Beaumont, swef, swef." Beaumontlicked his hand but could not wag his tail. The huntsmannodded to Robin, who was standing behind, and held the hound'seyes with his own. He said, "Good dog, Beaumont the valiant,sleep now, old friend Beaumont, good old dog." Then Robin'sfalchion let Beaumont out of this world, to run free with Orion androll among the stars.
Wart jumped for the sill and automatically gave himself an extrakick with his wings, just as a high jumper swings his arms. Helanded on the sill with a thump, as owls are apt to do, did not stophimself in time, and toppled straight out of the window. "This,"he thought to himself, cheerfully, "is where I break my neck." Itwas curious, but he was not taking life seriously. He felt thecastle walls streaking past him, and the ground and the moatswimming up. He kicked with his wings, and the ground sankagain, like water in a leaking well. In a second that kick of hiswings had lost its effect, and the ground was welling up. Hekicked again. It was strange, going forward with the earth ebbingand flowing beneath him, in the utter silence of his down-fringedfeathers.
"Well, it is perfectly possible to land on flat things, but moredifficult. You have to glide in at stalling speed all the way,and then increase your wind resistance by cupping your wings,dropping your feet, tail, etc. You may have noticed that fewbirds do it gracefully. Look how a crow thumps down and howthe mallard splashes. The spoon-winged birds like heron andplover seem to do it best. As a matter of fact, we owls are not sobad at it ourselves."
The Wart copied Archimedes in zooming up toward the branchwhich they had chosen. He began to fall just as they were aboveit, clutched it with his furry feet at the last moment, swayedbackward and forward twice, and found that he had landed successfully.He folded up his wings. 2b1af7f3a8