Magickeepers: The Pyramid of Souls

by Erica Kirov, Eric Williams (Illustrator)

Overview

In this next installment of the thrilling MagicKeepers series, Nick must save his family's very souls from the evil sorcerer Rasputin.

Nick Rostov finally has the life he's always dreamed—and he'll do anything to protect it.

Nick has only now discovered he is part of an extended Russian family of magicians: the Magickeepers. He lives with his eccentric new relatives at the Winter Palace Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, where they perform daring feats of magic to a packed house. Real magic.

But Nick and his family face a new danger in the form of a stolen relic, the Pyramid of Souls. The tiny pyramid has traded hands many times throughout history. Its power can steal a magician's very soul.

Nick knows who took it: Rasputin, leader of the Shadowkeepers. Using his unique ability as a Gazer—one who can see into the past—Nick enlists his cousin Isabella to help him find it. Soon, the two are hot on the evil sorcerer's trail…until Isabella's soul is trapped by the very relic they're trying to find.

Nick will do anything to rescue Isabella and recover the Pyramid of Souls. But will it be enough to save his family?

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781402249860
Publisher:	Sourcebooks
Publication date:	05/01/2010
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	208
File size:	1 MB
Age Range:	9 - 12 Years

About the Author

Erica Kirov is an American writer of Russian descent. Though she is not from a family of magicians, she is from a proud family of Russians, and she grew up hearing stories of their lives there.

Erica lives in Virginia with her husband, four children, three dogs, parrot, and her son’s snake (she really hates snakes). She is busy at work on the next Magickeepers novel.

Read an Excerpt

Spring Garden District, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, 1844

Prologue

Edgar Allan Poe sat at his wooden desk and stared out the window at the starless midnight sky. His jumbled study reflected the scattered state of his mind. Books competed for space on shelves and had tumbled to the floor in small piles, their spines cracking. A lantern burned, its flames creating a flickering glow on the plain white walls.

His wife, Virginia, was in the small back bedroom, coughing in her sleep. Consumption was ravaging her health, and Poe was even more desperate now for success. He was weary of fighting for every penny, every scrap of recognition. Though he'd made a living-barely-as a literary critic, he longed for success as a writer. He needed a poem or short story that would capture the imagination of both an editor and the nation: one that would make him wealthy, famous, and able to care for Virginia.

But inspiration would not come.

He stared down at the paper, quill pen in his hand. The white page taunted him with its blankness. He clutched his temples, urging words to spring into his mind...then reached for the snifter on his desk. He took a deep, long swallow of amber cognac. More than he cared to admit, his inspiration flowed from the burning liquid-but tonight, the muse did not come. And if not now, then...would the muse ever?

"Please," he whispered desperately; it was almost a prayer.

"Inspiration. That is what I need."

From the back bedroom, he heard Virginia's rattling cough. He felt as if his own lungs shuddered. He winced, then dropped his head in his hands, anguish etched in his pale face.

Tat-tat-tat.

Poe jumped nearly out of his skin at the sound. He stared at the cognac bottle. Its color was so alluring, like a jewel. Was he now having hallucinations?

But then he heard the sound again.

Something was at the window.

He felt a tingle, as if a cockroach skittered up his spine, and then a chill filled him with dread. How could something be at the window? He was on the second floor.

Shaking, he stood and crept toward the panes of glass, peering out into the darkness. He wondered if a tree branch could have broken free from the oak across the way.

Tat-tat!

It was a more insistent sound. The pecking of a beak. Squinting in the lamplight, Poe cautiously opened the window. A large, black bird stared at him inquisitively from the sill. Blinking twice, it stepped in and alighted on the floor. Poe's heart thudded in his chest. The bird was not small. With its head erect, turning in nearly a full circle atop its neck, the bird easily stood taller than his knees.

"Once upon a midnight dreary," the bird spoke in a voice as clear as Poe's own.

Poe blinked. That voice! It was deep, familiar...but entirely alien at the same time. He took three steps backward and fell into a chair.

"I am hallucinating," he muttered to himself. "Nothing of the sort," the bird replied. "I am here to bring you your deepest desire."

"A raven...to answer my deepest desire? How do you propose that?" Poe asked. He scarcely believed he was talking to a bird, still half-certain it was all a dream or a bad batch of cognac.

"My name is Miranda. I have come as an answer to your prayer. Write down what I say, and you will be rewarded." Poe stared. Miranda. Her beak was ebony and forbidding. Its point appeared dagger-sharp.

"Your pen. Begin writing," the bird insisted. She took several hops and preened her feathers, which shone like mica in the lamplight. She spread her wings, blocking the light, casting Poe in shadows.

Poe returned to his desk, still not certain of anything- including his own sanity. He dipped his quill in ink and began copying down the raven's words.

"While I nodded, nearly napping..." the bird spoke. Her voice was throaty, clear, and haunting. Poe scribbled as the bird dictated.

"But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling..." She flitted and hopped toward the long-cold fireplace. The log Poe had burned was now nothing more than ash.

"What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore...meant in croaking 'Nevermore.'"

As Poe wrote down "Nevermore," he felt a spark of recognition. Nevermore...sounded precisely like a raven's autumnal call. Brilliant! he thought.

Table of Contents

Contents

Prologue xiii

Chapter 1

Special Delivery 1

Chapter 2

The Greatest Show on Earth 13

Chapter 3

Newton's Fourth Law 23

Chapter 4

Elephants Never Forget 31

Chapter 5

Mice and Shadows 39

Chapter 6

Legacy 53

Chapter 7

The United Nations of Magic 61

Chapter 8

A Dangerous Theft 71

Chapter 9

The Great Pyramid 83

Chapter 10

A Journey to the Desert 91

Chapter 11

Anything Boys Can Do, Girls Can Do, Too! 101

Chapter 12

The Secret of the Keys 111

Chapter 13

The Grand Duchess and the Raven 117

Chapter 14

A Point of No Return 123

Chapter 15

Guardian of Souls 127

Chapter 16

The Jackal 137

Chapter 17

A Sightseeing Tour 147

Chapter 18

A Roar of Water 153

Chapter 19

Starry, Starry Night 155

Chapter 20

There's No Place Like Home 159

Chapter 21

The World's Greatest Magicians 161

About the Author 165

Editorial Reviews

Gr 5–7—Thirteen-year-old Nick continues to adjust to his new life after he is kidnapped by a cousin and finds that he is a member of a family of magicians with ties to Romanoff Russia. As a blind for their magic abilities, they put on a magic show at the opulent Winter Palace Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas where they live. The action begins with a convention of other magician families from throughout the world. The festivities are interrupted when the Shadowkeepers, the villains from Magickeepers: The Eternal Hourglass (Sourcebooks, 2009), steal the Pyramid of Souls. With his developing ability in sword fighting and his gift of Gazing into crystal balls, Nick is instrumental in defeating the enemy. The book is awash in details from Russian history and culture, and Nick's gradual adjustment to his new family and his role in their world is well executed. However, the vignettes Kirov drops in, about Edgar Allan Poe and a raven and Sir Isaac Newton and his magical Fourth Law, are not fully realized. Children who enjoy reading about kids confronting supernatural situations will find this quick read appealing.—Kathleen Meulen Ellison, Sakai Intermediate School, Bainbridge Island, WA

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