The Chestnut King (100 Cupboards Series #3)

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When Henry York found 99 cupboards hidden behind his bedroom wall, he never dreamed they were doors to entirely new worlds! Unfortunately, Henry?s discovery freed an ancient, undying witch, whose hunger for power would destroy every world connected to the cupboards?and every person whom Henry loves. Henry must seek out the legendary Chestnut King for help. Everything has a price, however, and the Chestnut King?s desire may be as dangerous as the witch herself.

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Overview

When Henry York found 99 cupboards hidden behind his bedroom wall, he never dreamed they were doors to entirely new worlds! Unfortunately, Henry’s discovery freed an ancient, undying witch, whose hunger for power would destroy every world connected to the cupboards—and every person whom Henry loves. Henry must seek out the legendary Chestnut King for help. Everything has a price, however, and the Chestnut King’s desire may be as dangerous as the witch herself.

N. D. Wilson concludes a remarkable, worlds-spanning journey that began with one boy and one hundred avenues to adventure.

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Editorial Reviews

Kirkus Reviews
This refreshingly American fantasy trilogy plants one of its feet squarely in Kansas and the other in magical realms. Henry York has rediscovered his true home, his true parents and the power of his dandelion-fire magic. Unfortunately he's also discovered that the blood of the witch Nimiane has infected his face, and if he doesn't find a way to destroy her he'll soon be dead (or worse). Leaping through different worlds and perils, Henry's family is split apart once again and he is forced to answer the unanswerable: How do you kill something that cannot die? Wilson ratchets up the tension, which is fortunate since readers will need it to get through the first 100-page slog. Undeniably the most visceral of the 100 Cupboards series, this title takes some time to find its feet yet ends with an entirely satisfying finish. A word of warning: Do not hand this book to anyone who hasn't read the previous books. The story moves at a fast clip and doesn't bother to catch newbies up. (Fantasy. 10-14)
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Kirkus Reviews, December 15, 2009:
"an entirely satisfying finish."
Children's Literature - Elizabeth Young
This story is just weird. Perhaps the preceding books in the "100 Cupboards" series can ease the mystery and confusion of this work. This is not a standalone work. Henry, a teenager from Kansas is playing baseball in the first chapter, then wavering between reality and augmented realities in subsequent chapters. Though most reviews of this work and series are stellar, without the basis of the trilogy this entry is confusing, bewildering, and disturbing. Heads have fingers in the back of them that can be manipulated like puppets, peoples can shape-shift and change identity, fairies dismiss one another. If that sounds like an attractive escape this is your book. It takes more than dandelion magic to finish this! Reviewer: Elizabeth Young
School Library Journal
Gr 5–8—Book three of this powerfully written, coming-of-age trilogy is not a stand-alone novel. In the beginning, baseball-loving Henry York, 12, of Kansas, is not a hero. Then, he uncovers another life. It reaches out to him from the other side of a cupboard door. In this installment, Nimiane, an undying witch embodied with unparalleled evil, challenges Henry's very existence. Warrior minions of the queen, known as fingerlings, hunt Henry across worlds. They are puppets connected to her through a finger at the back of their heads. Lives of family members, faeren, wizards, friends, worlds, and the people surrounding them hang by a thread. Henry must solicit the help of the Chestnut King, a person not easily found or easily convinced. The story line is intricate and compelling, although a few minor segments will leave readers with questions. It follows the standard good versus evil in fantasy, but the element that makes this fantasy stand above the rest is Wilson's knowledge of the classics. He brings a masterful eye to the story's heart and soul through his voice. The writing style is impressive. Fans of the series will be excited to turn the pages to enter this believable world full of rich characters.—Robyn Gioia, Bolles School, Ponte Vedra, FL
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780375838866
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 2/8/2011
  • Series: 100 Cupboards Series , #3
  • Pages: 512
  • Sales rank: 45,797
  • Age range: 9 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 7.44 (w) x 5.20 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

N. D. Wilson is the bestselling author of the Ashtown Burials series and Leepike Ridge. When he was a kid, he spent nearly a year living in his grandparents’ attic. If there were cupboards in those walls, he never found them. He and his wife live in Idaho, along with their five young explorers.

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The Chestnut King

Book 3 of the 100 Cupboards
By N. D. Wilson

Random House Books for Young Readers

Copyright © 2010 N. D. Wilson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780375938856

Chapter One

Every year, Kansas watches the world die. Civilizations of wheat grow tall and green; they grow old and golden, and then men shaped from the same earth as the crop cut those lives down. And when the grain is threshed, and the dances and festivals have come and gone, then the fields are given over to fire, and the wheat stubble ascends into the Kansas sky, and the moon swells to bursting above a blackened earth.

The fields around Henry, Kansas, had given up their gold and were charred. Some had already been tilled under, waiting for the promised life of new seed. Waiting for winter, and for spring, and another black death.

The harvest had been good. Men and women, boys and girls had found work, and Henry Days had been all hot dogs and laughter, even without Frank Willis’s old brown truck in the parade.

The truck was over on the edge of town, by a lonely barn decorated with new No Trespassing signs and a hole in the ground where the Willis house had been in the spring and the early summer. Late summer had now faded into fall, and the pale blue farmhouse was gone. Kansas would never forget it.

Dry grass rustled against the barn doors and stretched up the sides of the mud-colored truck. Behind the barn, in the tall rattlinggrass, Henry York was crouching beside the irrigation ditch. Sweat eased down his forehead from beneath the bill of his baseball hat. A long piece of grass dangled between his teeth, and a worn glove hung on his right hand.

The field across the ditch was as black as any parking lot, and the sky above him held only the smoky haze that had so recently been wheat and the late-afternoon sun, proud to have baked the world.

Henry slapped a fist into his glove, shifted in his crouch, and flashed two fingers down between his legs.

“Again?” Zeke Johnson asked.

Henry smiled and nodded. It was his favorite pitch to catch. He watched the tall boy wind up, arms tight, leg high, and then Zeke uncoiled, striding forward, arm extending, and the ball—string wrapped tight around a rubber core, all stitched up in leather—came spinning toward him.

Zeke was throwing hard, and Henry, crouched with his left arm behind him and his right arm stretched out, tracing the ball, had no mask, no shin guards, no chest protector, no catcher’s mitt. He didn’t care. He didn’t even notice.

People who had known Henry in Boston would have had trouble recognizing him, even though his looks hadn’t changed that drastically. To Kansas, he was the same boy who’d once been plucked crying out of an attic cupboard by an old man, who had returned twelve years later, fragile and afraid. But to Kansas, a tadpole is the same thing as a frog. Henry was a little taller, his shoulders were a little wider, and his jaw was scarred, but it was the boy inside the body that had really changed. And his eyes. His eyes would go the color of midnight when they really wanted to see. When he let them. When he couldn’t stop them.

They were black now, following Zeke’s curve ball as it carved through the air. To Henry’s eyes, strings of force trailed the ball, connecting with Zeke’s hand and fingers, straggling into his shoulder and back and hips. The air bent around the spinning ball, and pushed. In an instant, the ball shifted, as Henry knew it would. High and inside on any right-handed batter, it broke down and across the imaginary plate. With a snap, it stopped in the old leather web of Henry’s glove. The forces, the threads, the crackling trails all tattered and faded, sliced and destroyed by the grass, swallowed by the world.

Henry called the strike and jumped to his feet, cocking his arm. Zeke waved him off.

“I’m done. You wear me out.”

Henry laughed. “It’s not been that long.” He looked at his watch, the watch on his right wrist. He had another on his left.

“Two hours,” Zeke said. “We’ve been pitching for two hours. I’ll have to ice my elbow if I want to throw to- morrow. But I’ll catch one more for you.” Zeke dropped into a catcher’s stance. “A heater. And this time as hard as you can.”

“Really?” Henry asked. He wiped his forehead on his wrist and pushed back his hat.

“Really,” Zeke said, and flashed one finger down. “Just throw it straight.”

“You know it doesn’t always go straight.”

“Try.”

Henry sniffed, bumped his feet together, and brought his glove up to his face. He shook his left hand loose, squinted at Zeke, and then he nodded slightly, pretending to take the sign. His eyes went dark, and he felt the burn on his palm heat up inside his glove.

And then he rocked his right foot back and twisted his left, slipping it in front of the invisible pitching rubber. Something inside him reached out and tangled with the grass, digging strength from their roots, from the deep, rich earth—the slightest spark of force from the skin of a spinning planet. His right leg was up, and he was seeing nothing but Zeke’s glove. He wasn’t taking life or energy or strength away from anything. He channeled it, shaped it, directed its stinging heat through himself. It came out of his hand.

Zeke couldn’t see anything other than a boy pitching hard. And then the ball came straight at him, blink-fast. He reached for it and winced, waiting for the sting, but the pitch tailed away, rising briefly, bending around the barn, and disappearing in the tall grass.

Zeke burst out laughing and sat down.

Henry grinned, threw off his hat and kicked it. “Straight!” he yelled. “Why can’t I throw straight?” He flopped onto his back and slapped his glove over his face.

With dirt clods in his shoulder blades, Henry shut his eyes and filled his lungs with the scent of his old leather glove, the glove Uncle Frank had purchased for a worried boy from Boston. Every time Henry put on that glove, he added to its scent, to its story. Every time his uncle swiped it and worked more oil into the old leather, the glove grew richer, and felt better on Henry’s hand, better in his lungs. It even tasted good, though Henry had never let himself chew more than one of the loose leather ties at the end of the thumb.

Henry’s glove was an anchor. It was the same in both of his worlds. Picking at it, smelling it, chewing it kept him from clawing at the itching scar on his jaw.

“How’s school?” Zeke asked. Henry couldn’t see anything but leather and shards of hazy sky between the oversize fingers.

“Horrible,” Henry said. “I have to learn three languages, and the math is harder than anything I’ve ever done. And I don’t have a calculator.”

Zeke laughed. Henry pushed his glove off and stared at the sky. “My dad was teaching me . . .” Henry paused. It still felt weird referring to Mordecai as his dad. The things they talked about, the things he’d started to learn how to do made it even weirder. “Well, you know.” Henry turned and looked at Zeke. “His stuff.”

Zeke nodded. “The dreams. They still comin’?”

Henry flicked something crawling and ticklish off his forehead. He shouldn’t have told Zeke about the dreams. He didn’t want to think about them. He tried not to while the sun was up. “Yeah. They’re still comin’.”

“What did your dad say?”

Henry levered himself up and looked out over the blackened fields. “He’s been gone for a while. He and Uncle Caleb have been all over the place trying to track . . .” He drifted away again, and his fingernails found the pock on his jaw.

“Her,” Zeke finished.

“Right. They were supposed to be back today. I don’t know if they will be.”

“I saw your uncle.”

“What?” Henry spun around. Zeke had taken his hat off and was rubbing his head, loosening up his short hair.

“He came by our house early this morning.”

“Here? In Henry?”

Zeke smiled and worked his hat back in place. “We don’t have any other houses.”

“My uncle Caleb? He just walked down the street with his big boots and his bow?”

“He was wearing some of Frank’s old clothes—a John Deere shirt and a pair of ripped-up jeans. They were way too small for him. No bow, just his huge dog.”

Henry was confused, but he couldn’t help smiling. “Why?” he asked.

“He invited us to your birthday. Had breakfast and left when I left for school.” Zeke picked himself up and stretched his tan arms above his head. White shoulders slid out from under his shirtsleeves. “I gotta find a drink and some shade. It’s too hot for fall.”

“Are you gonna come?” Henry asked. He tried to sound uninterested, casual. But that was stupid. He wanted Zeke to come. “I hope you can.”

Zeke looked at him, his face blank.

Henry shrugged. “If you don’t, I’ll just be stuck with Richard and a bunch of girls.”

Zeke half-smiled. “Mom says we’ll go. I’ll get you a calculator. But what’s wrong with Richard?”

Henry puffed out his cheeks. “What’s right with him?” He ripped out a clump of grass and dropped it on his glove. “Actually, I like him just fine. Or I was starting to, I mean, I did. But he’s way too good at this awful math. My mom actually asked him to tutor me.” Henry clambered to his knees, found his hat and then his feet. “I can’t stand him right now.”

Zeke’s smile was wide. Henry sighed. “I mean, he used to be pretty bad. Now I think he’d be willing to die if he thought it would make me better at geometry. But there is one good thing.”

Henry grinned. Zeke waited.

“He’s tutoring Henrietta, too. And she’s way worse than I am.”

“Zeke Johnson!” The voice was big. Both boys jerked in surprise. “Who you with back there? Can’t you read or don’t you know what trespassin’ means?”

Henry grabbed his glove, ducked over to the barn, and pressed his back against the flaking paint. Zeke glanced at him and stepped around the corner.

“Sorry, officer,” Zeke said. “I was a friend of the family. I didn’t think it was trespassing.”

The voice was growing closer. “Don’t you know what happened here?”

“Does anyone?” Zeke asked.

Henry crept to the opposite corner and waited. He wanted to make sure the cop was beside the barn before he made his dash for the kitchen doorway.

“A whole house disappeared, and a car owned by the Kansas Highway Patrol along with its sergeant, and now there’s nothing left but a hole full of salt water.”

“Didn’t the sergeant come back?” Zeke sounded confused.

“With amnesia, some burns, and a bullet hole in his foot. Would you like amnesia?”

“No, sir.”

“Burns?”

“No, sir.”

“A bullet hole? Or maybe you’d like to be sucked away by a mystery twister, or swallowed by a mystery sinkhole, or abducted by some space weirdies in their saucer.”

He sounded close now.

“No, sir.”

“How about just a ride in my car?”

Henry took a deep breath, clutched his glove, and slipped quickly around the corner of the barn.

His head collided with a startled police officer’s chin, and then, with eyes blurry, he was flat on his back.


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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2012

    READ READ READ

    Once i started to read this book i couldnt put it doen. Before i even finished the first book i bought the next two. And i was not disapointed. I would recomed this book to anyone who loves mixed up worlds and grand adventures. There are pleanty or battles while sticking to the feeling of friendship and family. This will be a book you will never forget!!!!!!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 27, 2013

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2013

    This was one of my favorite childrens storys

    This book was the best series when I was younger. The whole series was strong and diffrent and somthing that I wish would continue on with more books. Its a bit confusing, more for kids 10-12 who have read a bit more but I fell in love with this book and I hope you will too. I wish they added more to the epiloude though and the extent of Henrys powers and what happened to the other charactors. But alas, the series must end...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2013

    ?

    Havent read it yet. I will though. The first 2 are good but one thing... Why did Henry dig out cupboard 49? I read the free sample but it didnt say. First 2 dont eather. It probably happened between books. Bad rating until I read it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 7, 2013

    I do not know

    Do you thing i should by the book. Pleas say yes or no.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 24, 2012

    One of the best chlidrens books i have read!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 24, 2012

    Rad

    Sooo much bette than the first bk. Good ending but PLEASE MAKE A FOURTH BOOK! PLEASE!!!! Bkwrm :D

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 7, 2012

    I WISH THER WOULD BE A FORTH BOOK

    It STINKS TJAT THERE ISNT A FORTH BOOK I WISH THE SERIES WAS NEVER ENDING ITS A GREAT SERIES

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2012

    I never read it but it sounds enteretting

    2012

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2012

    Wow! Willthere be a 4?

    I love it. I hope there is a forth book soon!-E

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    Posted January 10, 2012

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  • Posted November 22, 2011

    Better than 1st!

    My 9yr old son, who is not easily impressed w/books...says this book is great! EVEN better than the original 100 Cupboards...that's high praise coming from him!

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  • Posted September 21, 2011

    COPEYER!!!!!!!!!

    The 100cupboard series copeys from the anastia krupnick books! Go on ur shop, first type in n. b. Wilson. Press one of the cupboard series books, then look at the date. January 26,2010! Next, type in anastia krupnick. Look at that date! September 1779 around that year. Buy the anastia book. Rrad it. Read a cupboard series book. You will see how the cupboard series is copying.

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  • Posted January 9, 2011

    tate

    wat a book

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  • Posted May 12, 2010

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    Im impressed

    this book was wonderfully written, the first book was pretty okay the second book was good but the last was wonderful. I was very surprised how impressed i was with the story. the journey was never easy, sacrifices and tough choices were made by a kid who only wanted to play baseball and be loved by family, but he did what he had to because of his love for them. its rare that such a young character makes you proud.

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  • Posted April 24, 2010

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    FACINATING!!

    I was so excited to see the third book in this series was out that I immediatly went and bought it. It did not disappoint at all! It was a good end to an amazing adventure and watching the main character grow and develop from a shy quiet boy to a person worthy of being king was just perfect. I love the raggant and want one of my own! But aside from that it's the kind of series you can curl up with and read over and over. The characters are engaging The story flows smoothly and no one does anything out of character just to move the plot along. Also while there are a lot of characters to keep track of their personalities are distinct enough that you don't get them all mixed up with each other.

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  • Posted April 18, 2010

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    The Best

    I happen to pick up the first book '100 Cupboards' just because the cover caught my attention. I am glad I did. Just as I was finishing it book two "Dandelion Fire" came out and of course I read that one, and was enthralled when book three "The Chestnut King' came out. I have to say that by far book three is the best of the series. There was suspense, excitement, sadness, happiness, etc. I couldn't put this book down. I don't want to write about the book itself because that would ruin the reading. But I highly recommend not just this one but the entire series. I am 39 and I recommend this book for any age group.

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  • Posted March 22, 2010

    Kid's fantasy - with added self-awareness

    This is how fantasy used to read, when you were a kid and hadn't read a hundred derivative attempts at the genre. This has humor that works for adult or kid, deft use of archetypes while bringing a fresh look at the ancient concepts, and it's also really exciting. Fifteen or fifty, go buy.

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  • Posted February 25, 2010

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    Wonderful!

    Russell Horton does a great job reading. And the book is amazing.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 20, 2010

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    Great Book!

    The Chestnut King is a great book (as are the first two books in the series). When you're reading it, not only is it hard to put down, but it is also one of those books that when you do put it down, you're not sure wether you've been reading a book or watching a movie because the words paint such great pictures in your mind. It's full of wonderful magic and adventure!

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