The Fire (Witch and Wizard Series #3)

The Fire (Witch and Wizard Series #3)

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by James Patterson, Jill Dembowski
     
 

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Whit and Wisty Allgood have sacrificed everything to lead the resistance against the merciless totalitarian regime that governs their world. Its supreme leader, The One Who Is The One, has banned everything they hold dear: books, music, art, and imagination. But the growing strength of the siblings' magic hasn't been enough to stop The One's evil rampage, and

Overview

Whit and Wisty Allgood have sacrificed everything to lead the resistance against the merciless totalitarian regime that governs their world. Its supreme leader, The One Who Is The One, has banned everything they hold dear: books, music, art, and imagination. But the growing strength of the siblings' magic hasn't been enough to stop The One's evil rampage, and now he's executed the only family they had left.

Wisty knows that the time has finally come for her to face The One. But her fight and her fire only channel more power to this already invincible being. How can she and Whit possibly prepare for a showdown with the ruthless villain that devastated their world—before he can truly become all-powerful?

In this stunning third installment of the epic, bestselling Witch & Wizard series, the stakes have never been higher—and the consequences will change everything.

Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Amy McMillan
Magical siblings Whit and Wisty are alone and on the run. Their friends have been imprisoned or scattered, their parents have been murdered and The One is convinced they are the key to fulfilling a prophecy that will bring down his New Order and must therefore be destroyed. The two reluctantly split up, Whit heading to the shadow lands to find their parents and Wisty facing The One and his guards. Characters from the first two installments reappear to offer support and guidance and they each have a chance to face their own personal demons as well, adding strength to their powers. This third volume is much darker, punctuated with cliches. After all the anguish and suspense that has built throughout the series the ending is a bit anti-climactic and things wrap up just a little too neatly. Inconsistent background music distracts rather than adds to the mood but the vocal performances by Elijah Wood and Spencer Locke are animated and filled with feeling. Reviewer: Amy McMillan
School Library Journal
Gr 7–10—In the third installment (Little, Brown 2011) of James Patterson's dystopian series, Whit and Wisty's parents have been vaporized, and the Resistance, which worked against the totalitarian regime that rules their world, has broken up. Now the teens, who have magical abilities, are on their own and on the run from the New Order guards. After a little prompting from an old friend, Whit and Wisty decide they must split up. Whit goes into the shadow realm to search for his parents, while Wisty enters the New Order headquarters to face The One. This book is darker than the previous two volumes and is filled with more violence and less fun. The humorous magical battles and stunts that populated the earlier books are scarce here; in their place are descriptions of beatings and emotional angst. The writing is melodramatic in places and the magic system is fuzzy and inconsistent. The voices of Elijah Wood and Spencer Locke are convincingly youthful and they unabashedly perform even the most over-written sections with feeling. Instrumental background music signals impending doom or drama, adding to the overall mood. Those who enjoyed the first two books will probably be willing to wade through this one to get to the happy ending.—Donna Cardon, Provo City Library UT

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781455521524
Publisher:
Grand Central Publishing
Publication date:
07/30/2013
Series:
Witch and Wizard Series, #3
Pages:
352
Sales rank:
38,623
Product dimensions:
4.20(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.20(d)
Age Range:
12 - 17 Years

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The Fire


By James Patterson, Jill Dembowski

Grand Central Publishing

Copyright © 2013 James Patterson Jill Dembowski
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4555-2152-4



CHAPTER 1

Whit


MY LUNGS ARE bursting, and if she dies, I'll die.

We're tearing through the cramped, dank streets of the capital, running for our lives from the New Order police and their trained wolves. My calves are burning, my shoulders ache, and my mind is numb from all that's happened.

There is no more freedom. So there is no escape.

I stumble through this strange, awful world we have inherited, past a mass of the sick who are shuddering from more than just the cold. A man collapses at my feet, and I have to wrestle my arm away from a woman holding a baby and pointing at me, shrieking, "The One has judged! He has judged you!"

And then there's the blood. Mothers scratch at open pustules, and children cough into rags stained red. Half the poor in this city are dying from the Blood Plague.

And my sister is one of them.

Wisty's even paler than usual, and her slight frame is curled over my back, her thin arms wrapped around my neck. She's in agony; her breath comes in gasps. She's murmuring about Mom and Dad, and it's ripping my heart right out of my chest.

The street pulses with waves of vacant-eyed citizens scurrying to work. A guy in a suit shoulders me to the curb, and an old man who seems to recognize me slurs something about "dark arts" under his breath and hurls a glob of spit at my cheek. Everyone has been brainwashed or brutalized into conformity. I can hear the shrieks from the abused populace as the goons hammer through them just a block behind.

They're gaining on us.

I can picture the wolves straining against their chains, foam building on their jagged teeth as they yank our pursuers forward. All missing fur and rotting flesh, they're Satan's guard dogs come to life. Something tells me that if—or when—the New Order police catch us, those animals aren't exactly going to go easy.

There's got to be an open door or a shop to slip into, but all I can see are the imposing, blaringly red banners of propaganda plastering every building. We are literally surrounded by the New Order.

Now they're right on us. The cop in the lead is a little zealot who looks like a ferret. His face is beet red under an official hat with the N.O. insignia on it. He's screaming my name and wielding a metal baton that looks like it would feel really awesome smashing across my shins.

Or through my skull.

No. I will not go out like this. We have the power. I think of Mom and Dad, of their faces as the smoke streaked toward them. We will avenge them. I feel a rush of rebel inspiration as lines of a banned poem thunder in my head along with the soldiers' boots.

"Rise like Lions after slumber / In unvanquishable number." I put my head down, hike up Wisty, and surge forward through the plague-ridden crowds. I won't give up.

"Shake your chains to earth like dew." I break away from the crowd, seeing an opening at the end of the street. "Which in sleep had fallen on you—/Ye are many—they are few." We used to be many, when the Resistance was thriving. Their faces flash before me: Janine, Emmet, Sasha, Jamilla. And Margo. Poor Margo. Our friends are long gone.

Now it's just me.

I burst through the mouth of the alley into a huge square. A mob of people gathers, looking around expectantly. Then a dozen fifty-foot-tall high- definition screens light up, surrounding us and broadcasting the latest New Order news feed. With everyone distracted, it's the perfect time to find a way out of this death trap. But I can't tear my eyes away from this particular broadcast.

It's a replay of footage from my parents' public execution.

My head swims as Mom and Dad look down from all around us, trying to be brave as they face the hateful crowd. And as I watch the people I love most in the world go up in smoke for the second time, I hear Wisty's hysterical, delirious ramblings.

"No!" She flails in my arms, trying to reach out for them just like she did that day. "Help them, Whit!" she shrieks. "We've got to help them!"

She thinks she is watching our parents' actual execution again.

Before I can soothe my sister, she's hacking, and I feel something hot and wet oozing down my neck and shoulders. I gag back my own bile, but the most horrific part of all is that the mess dripping down my sides is full of blood.

She hasn't got much time left.

CHAPTER 2

Whit


I'VE GOT TO get Wisty somewhere safe—like, now. We seem to have lost the club-wielding pigs behind the crowd for a few precious seconds, so I whirl around to find another alleyway ... and nearly run smack into my own face. I stumble backward, chills running down my spine.

And then I see them.

A hundred posters, or a thousand, on every pole and window. Wisty and me.

I whip around again, hyperventilating. I feel eyes on me everywhere. An old woman grins up at me with a mouthful of missing teeth. A couple of suits trot down the white marble steps of the Capitol building, their cigars pointed our way. There's a little girl standing off to the side, her wide, gray eyes boring into me. She knows.

They all know.

Right on cue, the squad storms through the entrance to the square, their heads flicking around in search of us. And then, like something out of a horror movie, the zombie wolves start to howl.

There's a small, partially bombed-out stone building down a side street that I can spot from here, and it looks promising. Or at least more promising than the jaws of the half-dead mutts. I slink toward it as inconspicuously as possible and slip in through a side door.

A gargantuan painting of The One Who Is The One greets me, his bald head and Technicolor eyes bearing down, and a sign on the wall reads: CONFESS YOUR CRIMES TO THE NEW ORDER AND YOU WILL BE SPARED. THE ONE ALREADY KNOWS ALL. There are bullet shells on the floor.

This could be ... really bad.

But there's no one here. We're safe—for now.

My shoulders and lower back muscles are screaming, so I finally slide my sister down to the floor. She looks like the image of death. I sit her up in my lap. "Come on, Wisty," I plead, wiping her face with my shirt. "Stay with me."

Her red hair is matted with sweat, but her teeth are chattering. I hold her clammy hand, whisper the words of some of my surefire healing spells over her, and add every ounce of hope I have into the mix.

Only ... nothing works.

How can my power be bone-dry? I'm a wizard, but I can't even save my sister. She's my constant, my best friend. I can't just sit here and watch her get weaker, watch her eyes puff up as the blood leaks into them, watch her float in and out of consciousness until her world finally goes dark. I can't keep watching the people I care about most die.

I already did that.

Twice.

I wince, thinking of Mom and Dad. If they'd only taught me a bit more about how to wield this power before ...

I can't finish the thought.

It's not just a problem with my power, I'm sure of it. There's something in the air here in the capital—like The One poisoned it or something—and it's turning the New Order followers into empty, nodding pod people, and the poor, potential dissenters into writhing, moaning Blood Plague victims.

The survival rates haven't been high.

"Why did you have to volunteer at that stupid plague camp and get sick, Wisty?" I whisper-shout at her through angry tears. "We've seen what The One can do, and if he wants every single freethinker in the ghetto to get sick, then no amount of healing spells is going to make you immune!"

I need my sister, the often annoying know-it-all, rebel leader, greatest threat to the New Order, unexpectedly rockin' musician, witch extraordinaire.... I can't do this alone. No—I can't do this without her. She was the only one I had left in the world.

My breath catches in my throat. I've already been thinking of Wisty in the past tense.

I feel everything within me explode at once. I smash my hand into the painting of The One, but it's as if it's made of metal, and my hand throbs in agony.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a voice says from the door. I whip around to find a young soldier seemingly dressed in his daddy's too-big uniform, pointing a gun at me from the entrance.

I almost laugh. This is the twerp who's bringing us in?

"Yeah, I kind of figured that out now, thanks," I say, cradling my injured hand. I look behind him. No one seems to have followed him here.

"On behalf of the New Order and in the name of The One Who Is The One"—he looks up at the painting reverently—"I demand that you surrender your power and turn over The One Who Has The Gift."

He means Wisty. The One wants her fire. I take a couple of steps toward my sister protectively. The barrel of the gun follows, trained between my eyes.

"Freeze, wizard," his adolescent voice cracks. "One more step and I blow you from here to the next dimension." It's like he's been rehearsing his lines on action figures.

"I've been to the next dimension, actually," I quip. "The Shadowland's not so bad." Even with my hurt hand, I could easily deck him, if I could just get a few steps closer.

At my nonchalance, his expression changes to one of sour insolence. He evidently decides to up the ante. "Or I could just kill her instead," he says, swinging the gun toward Wisty. "They might even give me a medal."

They wouldn't. They'd be furious that he destroyed the potential of so much power, and probably execute him on the spot. I don't say this, though; the eager way he's fingering the trigger has my attention.

"Hey, now. No need to overreact," I say, putting my hands up. "Let's all just remain calm." I try to keep my voice even.

Boy soldier, brainwashed. When the first kill still feels like a game, when it still seems as if the victim will sit up afterward and ask to play again.

But Wisty won't.

Silence hangs thick between us as the kid debates between his conscience and his pride. I already know which will win, which always wins. His eyes narrow on the mark, his finger tightening. I start to sweat, ready to leap in front of my sister.

But before I get that far, his eyes flutter—and he crumples to the ground.

I let out a long breath. What just happened? Did my power suddenly flare up and go rogue? Did I have a perfectly targeted spasm of some kind?

No. Something had nailed him in the back of the head. I spot an object rolling to a stop nearby. A snow globe?

In the entryway behind him is that same big-eyed, grim-faced little girl who was watching me in the square. She looks fierce, her tiny mouth twisting in annoyance.

The expression kind of reminds me of Wisty at the height of her frustration with me. The girl is standing outside the door, beckoning me into the alleyway.

"You just gonna gawk at me, wizard boy? I've got more where that came from, if you need a little nap."

CHAPTER 3

Whit


"YOU HAVE TWO choices," the pint-size vigilante professes.

I look at her warily. There's no telling if she's really on my side. They've used kids to get to us before, and there are almost no rebels left in the capital. There's a reward for our capture, no doubt; maybe she's got dark motives.

She's filthy and bone-thin, but she's got this strangely confident expression. And—weirder—she's wearing antlers.

Then it sinks in: the Holiday.

In my panic I must've missed the details. Though celebrating the Holiday is forbidden under pain of death, I now see hints of it everywhere as I glance out the window: ribbons clipped to New Order flags, candles winking from windowsills, and the kind of ice sculptures that Wisty and Mom went nuts for—only these are shimmering tributes to The One.

"You have two choices," the little girl repeats impatiently. "And they are your choices, and yours alone."

She's got her hands on her hips, her round, silvery eyes glaring out of her tiny face. She's probably around seven or eight, but her eyes look way older, like those of the wizened elves Wisty and I used to read about in the Necklace King series—back when we got a kick out of fantasy books and didn't know we actually had magical powers.

"You can either come with me or let the red-haired girl die. It's no big thing for me," the little fountain of goodwill says, like death is something she's intimately familiar with, even bored by. "You should dump her and save yourself." She eyes Wisty and frowns. "That's what I'd do."

CHAPTER 4

Whit


"PEARL MARIE NEEDERMAN," she huffs, making no effort to shake hands. "My place isn't far."

Against my better judgment, I follow the kid out behind the building and duck into an alley roped off with a sign that reads: QUARANTINE ZONE. Still, dragging my dying sister back through the N.O. squaddie-packed capital square doesn't exactly seem like a better option.

Pearl Marie is small but lightning quick, even though she's lugging a large bag. With Wisty in my arms, I have trouble keeping up as the little girl slips under fences and around street carts, Holiday antlers bobbing.

There are no people in the street except for Blood Plague sufferers, and more than one suspicious face slams a door and draws the blinds as we pass. Maybe I'd take it as an insult if I weren't still dripping with Wisty's vomit.

After less than half a mile the police are on our trail again, smashing their clubs through abandoned food stands and hurling insults at our backs. But the plague victims are constantly underfoot—and crave vengeance. I turn to see a herd of the sick descend on a couple of soldiers, the men's howls muffled as they're pulled down into a pit.

Pigeons scare up as fear-stricken shrieks echo down the alley, and soon we no longer hear the crush of boots on pavement. Many of the policemen are turning back.

Or are now infected.

The maze of turns is dizzying, and Wisty's getting heavier and heavier. But even with the cops off our tail for the moment, Pearl jets along, seemingly running in circles, like a greyhound that just can't stop chasing a rabbit.

Just as I'm about to protest and ditch this kid, she wheels around and says, "Here." What she's pointing at looks like a demolished pile of rubble.

"Um, I hate to break it to you, Pearl Marie, but it kind of looks like the New Order bomb strikes got to your home first."

The kid sighs like I've totally disappointed her. "You're not really a wizard, are you? It's over here, stupid."

I follow her and maneuver Wisty through the narrow side entrance into a one- room, dismal basement apartment. I have to duck to get through the doorway. There's almost no light, and it smells of mothballs and disinfectant.

Pearl Marie lowers her sack and motions to our surroundings. "You can just drop the witch anywhere, really," she says, like my sister is a coat or a pair of shoes.

"Where is ... everyone else?" I note the scraps of blankets and bedding covering the floor. It's clear that a lot of people have been living here for a while.

Pearl laughs ruefully. "Oh, they're all out doing things that are actually important. You know—scavenging for necessities, things to save our family, not whispering hocus-pocus or waving their fingers around like lightning is gonna zap out of 'em."

I narrow my eyes. I realize I'm not in top form at the moment, but who is this girl? "Look, we can leave right now—"

"No, stay." Her face softens. "Everyone will be home soon. And I have something to show you—what I've been collecting all day. They gave me the biggest job of anyone." She beams.

I'm expecting food or blankets or beans she might've lifted from the purse of some New Order drone to buy medi-salves or to bribe soldiers with. But Pearl opens the sack so reverently that for a second I think it must be something really important—even more than money, like a baby or a puppy or something. It's ...

Holiday decorations? Make that broken Holiday decorations.

Of course. Now the snow globe makes sense. And the antlers.

"Aren't they ... beautiful?" Pearl whispers in awe. I nod. I have to admit they kind of are beautiful, all shimmering shattered glass and colorful broken lights.

Still, I'm getting antsy. The decorations are nice and all, but this kid is a piece of work. My sister is dying here. Wisty's tossing on the floor, ripping at the blankets in anguish, and Pearl keeps staring intently at the broken lights as if they hold secret powers. Finally she notices my agitation and sets the sack aside carefully. Then she fishes out some moldy-looking rags and wets them from one of the buckets set up to catch ceiling leaks.

Pearl puts a compress on my sister's forehead. It's all I can do to keep it together when Wisty moans, "Mama. Just let me die. Please. Just let me die."

"Oh, you will," whispers Pearl Marie. "You will."


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

James Patterson has had more New York Times bestsellers than any other writer, ever, according to Guinness World Records. Since his first novel won the Edgar Award in 1977 James Patterson's books have sold more than 300 million copies. He is the author of the Alex Cross novels, the most popular detective series of the past twenty-five years, including Kiss the Girls and Along Came a Spider. He writes full-time and lives in Florida with his family.

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Hometown:
Palm Beach, Florida
Date of Birth:
March 22, 1947
Place of Birth:
Newburgh, New York
Education:
B.A., Manhattan College, 1969; M.A., Vanderbilt University, 1971
Website:
http://www.jamespatterson.com

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Balina More than 1 year ago
The series is amazing. Can't wait to read more!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was was rlly good! Amazing writing and great choice of words. This was packed with details and lots of non stop action. Great romance, lots of tears for me, imagine what whit whisty went through? Lost and suffering? But love and trust was in this book. One of my fav books. Cant wait for the next book!
Mermaid98 More than 1 year ago
Yay first! i luv the first 2 books and have been waiting FOREVER for this book to come out. James Patterson is an awsome author and i cant waite for it to come out. if you like the othor books you should read the makimum ride series also by James Patterson.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am in love with the books so far. They leave me hanging every chapter. I just couldn't stop reading. When I found out there is a 3rd book, I was amazed! The magical book left me shocked and surprised! My face was happy when someone was saved, sad when death happened, and shocked all the time. I think you should buy this book. You will not regret it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved the first 2 books, and I was waiting 4ever 4 this one to come out. James Patterson is a great writer, and I hope the witch and wizard never ends, because I am so in love with it. Patterson always has something unexpected waiting around the corner, and thats what ALWAYS keeps u INTERESTED. At the end of the second book it says that Wisty and Whit escaped with some help from friends, and I was dieing to know where they escaped too. and if they would ever be reunited with each other, and I found my answer, but I'm not going to tell u what it is. You'll have to find out 4 yourself by reading it. Awsome book :-p
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The best of the series...Patterson has done it again! (Recommend this novel for young teens and teens.)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
great. loved it. very good book. one of my fav
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read every book of this trilogy and have recently just finished The Fire. So far this book was my favorite, with unlikely relationships and an ending that leaves you wanting more. Overall Patterson has out done himself once again, very very good book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is great! Just as good as the first two.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this whole series, the plot is intresting, moving, and absolutely awesome! It is extremely well written, and Whit, Whisty, Cecilea, and Byron are espically in depth and intresting. I would reccomend this book to.... ANYONE!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Thrilling, humorous, and somewhat confusing james patterson has done it agian this book will leave you wanting more
LS38 More than 1 year ago
James Patterson has done it again!!! A great book!!!
Aidan Farrish More than 1 year ago
I love everything about this series! His maximum ride series is fabulois too!
Susan Cross Dove More than 1 year ago
I loved books 1 and 2 they were so awsome. I sooooooooooooooooo cant wait for this one. Omg but if they amke movies of the books like they did 4 harry potter then this is gonna b the next harry potter. Plz James Patterson MAKE MOVIES OF THEESE BOOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I definitely enjoyed this series. The plot was amazing and out of the ordinary. I liked how the characters filled you in on things over time and you were not bombarded with info at the beginning. The reader has a clear idea of what Whit and his sister are trying to do and who they really are along with their opinions. The ending was fantastic! Since I never particularly liked Celia, I was glad that she could not come back to life like the witch and wizard's parents, but at least she could get to the afterlife. In addition, the books were full of mysteries that either got unraveled, or left the reader to interpret them in his or her own way. I think that this series beats The Hunger Games, and is way more imaginative. Over all, James Patterson has a rare and neat style of writing, and I think he is a great story teller.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
These books are great like a mix of hunger games and Harry Potter very good
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
OMG BEST SIERIES EVA!!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this series. The first 2 books were amazing and this one is no exception. It kept me reading up until the very end. The book was overall, one of the better books I have read this year. Not only is James Patterson my favorite author which made reading this entire trilogy that much better, but he writes some of my favorite genres. I at first started to look at these series after reading some of his previous books that include Daniel X and Maximum Ride. Once I started reading this series I was hooked. I read the first one very quickly, and had no idea that the second one was out until I heard about the third one. As soon as I found out about the second and third books I got them as soon as possible to read. All in all, this book is simply fantastic. With themes that promotes standing up for what you believe in and never losing hope. this book inspired me when Whit and Wisty stood up to "The One" to save there parents and the rest of the world. I was especially moved when Celia sacrificed herself so Whit and Wisty could save the world. I feel that this story would be great for anybody who enjoys a nice easy read about science-fiction, magic, and other things like that. While this book is not hard to read, it is still very fun to read and will definitely keep you hooked throughout. I highly recommend this book to all James Patterson and Sci-fi fans.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really good book so far. I never have doubt in James Patterson.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I know that this is a teen book , but it is a great series. This one did not dissapoint.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great series, it is a must read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the second James Patterson series I have read and I loved it (of course)! Read this! And when you're done, read the Maximum Ride novels too!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im 10 and i thought this book is gonna be suckish but i dont like or luv this cuz IM INLOVE WITH THIS duuude yr gonna dig it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ok. The first book was INSANE. The second book didn't comr close. This third book... It moved so slowly. I read it in one day ( I am a very fast reader) but it still seemed to drag. I might just be picky. If you liked the first book in this series, I recommend 13 Days to Midnight and TimeRiders.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the series but this is by far the best book of the series. The way he describes the situstion their in is amazing. I don't think anyone could describe it any better than he did. I wish tere were more books but there aren't any and that's okay. Everyone who reads this series will never forget it I garantee. If I or any of my friends are ever in this situation ( I highly doubt it ) we'll be able to handle it the right way. Thank you James Patterson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!