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Lisa McMann
P.S. Now that you’ve reached the end and you’ve had a chance to think or cry or do whatever you usually do when you finish a book series, keep turning the pages. I’ve included a special sneak peek of the first book in the new Quests series. A new adventure awaits!
The Quests begin here. . . .
Sneaking Off
The moon was high in the night sky when Thisbe propped herself up on one elbow and peeked under the curtain. The outline of the two dragons filled the lagoon. Thisbe turned to her twin across the room. “Are you sure, Fifer?” she whispered. “Alex will be so mad if he finds out.”
Fifer’s eyes shone in the darkness. “He’ll get over it.” She climbed out of her bed and slipped on some clothes. “I wish we had component vests,” she grumbled.
Thisbe fell back into her pillow and rested there a moment, then hoisted herself to the floor and started getting dressed. “What about Seth?”
“We’ll send him a seek spell.”
“You know how to do that?”
“How hard can it be? Kitten did it once and she can’t even say the right word.” Fifer patted her pocket. “I’ve got that scene Seth gave me—the one that he wrote in Mr. Burkesh’s class. That should do the trick.” She hopped onto Thisbe’s bed and drew the curtains aside. Then she put her hand on the glass windowpane, concentrated, and whispered, “Release.” The windowpane disappeared. Fifer looked over her shoulder. “Ready with the rope?”
Thisbe frowned, then reached behind the wardrobe and grabbed a rope. “Can’t we just go the normal way?” she asked. Even though she’d climbed down the side of the mansion a dozen times or more, her stomach flipped at the thought of it.
“You mean so Desdemona sees us and reports us to Alex’s blackboard? I don’t think so. Plus, we’d have to walk right past Simber.”
Fifer had a point. The girls had often found themselves in odd predicaments, and their blackboard, Desdemona, was a major tattletale. And there was no way Simber would keep a secret from the head mage of Artimé.
“Not the back door either?” Thisbe pleaded.
“The chefs will see us. Come on, Thiz,” Fifer said impatiently. She glanced at her sister and turned sympathetic. “Aw, I know you’re scared. But you can do it. It’s the only way.”
Thisbe sighed. “All right, fine. Catch me if I fall?”
“I’ll turn you into a bird so you can soar to the ground,” promised Fifer.
“Ugh. No thanks. Can’t you just catch me?”
“Sure,” said Fifer, growing impatient again. “Just hurry up.”
Thisbe tossed the coiled rope to Fifer, who, balancing on the sill, attached one end of it to an invisible hook outside the window, which one of the girls had installed years before for the first of many escapes.
As Thisbe put on her boots and tied them, Fifer slipped out and rappelled down the side of the mansion. Thisbe reached for her backpack, and not knowing how long they’d be gone, quickly stuffed it with their canteens and a few snacks they had in the room. She climbed on the bed and peered out the window at the ground below. With a grimace she grabbed the rope, took a breath, and swung out, hanging suspended above the ground from a dizzying height. She found her footing against the mansion wall and began descending. A few feet down, she stopped, and with a shaky hand, cast a new glass spell in the opening.
Once on the lawn, Thisbe breathed a sigh of relief. Now that the scary part was over, she grew excited for their adventure. Muttering a spell under her breath, she released the hook’s hold on the rope so it landed in a heap at her feet, then coiled it up and put it in her backpack.
Nearby, Fifer was concentrating on the bit of script that Seth had given her. She held it pinched between her fingers, and when she felt ready, whispered, “Seek.” A flash of light exploded from the paper and shot up to the second level of the mansion and in through a window, leaving a softly glowing line behind it. The girls waited breathlessly, hoping Seth was sleeping lightly enough that he would notice the spell.
Finally their best friend appeared at the glass. The girls waved frantically and jumped up and down, and after a moment Seth saw them. He waved back, then disappeared. A few minutes later he exited the back door of the mansion and closed it softly behind him. He was wearing his new component vest, its pockets bulging. Fifer smiled approvingly.
“What’s this all about?” he whispered. “How’d you do that seek spell?”
“Never mind that,” said Thisbe. “Did anybody see you?”