The Midnight Charter (Agora Trilogy Series #1)

The Midnight Charter (Agora Trilogy Series #1)

by David Whitley


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ISBN-13: 9780312629045
Publisher: Square Fish
Publication date: 09/14/2010
Series: Agora Trilogy Series , #1
Pages: 352
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.60(h) x 1.00(d)
Lexile: 790L (what's this?)
Age Range: 11 - 14 Years

About the Author

DAVID WHITLEY wrote his first children's novel at age 17; it was shortlisted for the Kathleen Fidler Award. At 20, he was the youngest person ever to win the Chesire Prize for Literature for a children's short story. He lives in England. His books include The Children of the Lost.

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The Midnight Charter

By David Whitley

Roaring Brook Press

Copyright © 2009 David Whitley
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-8879-7


The Staircase

BEING DEAD was colder than Mark had expected.

When his mother had told them all tales of the afterlife, she had drawn him close into her woolen skirts and painted a picture of another city, one where it was always summer. A world where the river glowed clean and bright, a land where all debts were forgotten. Mark had trusted every word, until he awoke in a stone cell, shivering and wrapped in a shroud.

His mother had been the first to go. At least she would have found out before him how wrong she had been. She had turned as gray as the stone. He had held her hand right up until the end. Then the Reaper had come. It had looked like a man in a black coat until he had glimpsed its face — smooth and white, without mouth or nose, but with two huge black eyes. Mark had shrunk into a corner as it passed by. The other children had said that to touch it was to turn to dust.

It came three times. The first time for his mother, then for his brother and sister. On each occasion he heard his father mumbling something and the low answering tones of the Reaper, just out of earshot. Only once had his father's words become loud enough to make out. He was shouting something about the water, that there was no other water to drink. The Reaper had left with a slower step that time, as if it knew it would be back.

After that came the tiredness, the lightness. Mark had watched the backs of his own hands turn gray. He knew it would be soon. Then there were only feelings. The sense of a burning mouth, and of noise. Of being half pushed, half lifted past whirling shapes and sounds. Of a final, blissful coolness filling him.

When he awoke, he was cold. It was obvious he was dead. Everything felt different. The gray was gone from his skin, the noise from the air. In life, the stench of the river had mingled with the tang of fish, clinging to his hair and clothes. The afterlife smelled of dust, with a whiff of vinegar. For a while he shut his eyes, drawing the sheets around him to ward off the draft that crept around his feet, but it was no good. He peered around the room. It was not large. The walls and floor were of gray stone. He could make out a fireplace where a few embers still glowed. And beside it, a door.

Mark waited, though for what he was not sure. An angel? Had he been good enough for that? He'd always helped his father gut the fish. And he'd cared for his brother and sister as the plague claimed them. Was that enough? Stiffly, he slid his feet over the edge of the bed and got up. He shuffled toward the door. It was old, the wood warping around the hinges. It did not look like an angel's door. With a shaking hand, he pushed it open.

An ancient stone staircase spiraled up before him.

In the back of his mind, something stirred. Something his mother had said about the legend of the man who was not good enough to get into heaven, who had climbed there himself. In the distance, up the stairs, he thought he saw a glimmer of light.

He raised a bare foot and placed it on the first step.

The staircase was uneven, the stone crumbled away in some places. When he looked down, he could see that it carried on, past the room he had come from, and disappeared into murky depths. After that, he tried not to look down again.

He passed doors. Thick doors of dark wood. No light came from behind them. What if they were where the damned went? Those who left their work unfinished, their debts unpaid. Mark had seen them dragged screaming out of their homes by the receivers, the men in blue. They were never seen again.

He went on, twisting higher and higher. The staircase seemed to grow steeper. His legs were weaker than in life, and he leaned against one wall. His fingers felt something carved into the stone. It was too dark to see what was there, so he traced it with his fingertips. Six shapes in a circle. Pointed shapes. Stars. Should he know what that meant? He tried to remember more of his mother's stories, but thinking about her was painful.

Then, below him, he heard the squeak of hinges.

He began to move faster. He scrambled up, pushing himself with hands and feet, his heart pounding. Behind him he heard another step, slow and firm. Nothing good would be coming from those musty depths, and he was so close to the light.

And then he saw it.

Above him one of the old doors stood open. Light streamed through from beyond — pink, orange, and gold. Mark pressed forward, clambering higher still. As he moved, he glanced back. The Reaper was on the stairs behind him, his black shape blending into the deeper shadows. He willed himself upward. Just a little further, just a few more steps. No Reaper could ascend into heaven. He reached the door, gasping, pulling himself around the frame, throwing himself into the room.

His eyes hurt from the brightness; he had to screw them up. Beyond the door was a landscape of pure white. And ahead of him, bathed in streaming light, stood a figure, a girl, staring into the heart of the burning radiance. She turned; Mark dropped to his knees, fixing his gaze on the floor. Mother had said that to look upon a dweller in heaven was to feel your soul burn away. His eyes were already on fire.

From behind, he heard the approaching step of the Reaper. He flattened himself on the ground. The angel would save him.

"Sir ... who is this?"

The voice wasn't that of an angel. It was wary, guarded, and unmistakably young. It reminded Mark of his sister.

"His name is Mark." Another voice, male, older, and soft.

Mark felt his breath catch. The Reaper was behind him now; he heard the rustle of its coat as it bent over him.

"He belongs to me now."

"Is he ill?"

"Not any longer. Isolation from further infection was the only way to achieve a full recovery. Certainly seems more lively now, although I don't see the reason for all this panic."

Confused, Mark opened his eyes a crack, turning his head slightly. The angel stood before the Reaper — he tall, in black robes, and with a ghastly, pale face; she in white, apart from the darkness of her face, hair, and hands. He tried to raise himself, but the angel turned her head his way. He looked at her imploringly.

"If you will permit me, sir," the angel said, her deep brown, almost black, eyes curiously meeting Mark's gaze. Then she reached up and deftly removed the Reaper's face.

For a moment, Mark felt dizzy, his head spun.

And then he came back to life.

The tower room grew darker as the setting sun, which had been streaming through the narrow window, sank beneath the ledge. The room, Mark now saw, was full of furniture covered in white dust sheets. The angel's robes no longer burned with light. In fact, they were not much better than his own clothes — only a rough, cotton working dress and a cream-colored apron. As she bent over him, a few strands of thick, black hair fell forward over her face, slipping loose from the white ribbon she had used to tie it back. And in her hands the dark-skinned girl now held a white, strangely shaped mask, together with a pair of thick, dark pieces of glass which Mark would soon learn were called goggles.

As for the Reaper, his true face was human. A young man, his short, straggly brown hair beginning to recede, a thin mustache perched upon his lip.

Mark sat up.

"Am I alive?" he said, his voice rattling painfully in his dry throat.

The girl nodded. "Thanks to Dr. Theophilus," she said.

She stared at Mark, her dark eyes taking him in. Then she turned to the man.

"Sir, the Count's note said that he wanted to see you at the fifth hour. I have taken him his meal."

The doctor nervously ran a finger over his mustache.

"Don't suppose you could tell what kind of mood he was in, Lily?"

The girl, Lily, frowned. "I would be ... tactful, sir."

She glanced down at Mark, who was still sitting between them, and said, "Are you hungry?"

It took Mark a few seconds to realize that she was talking to him. Then, at once, he found that he was ravenous. He nodded furiously. Lily smiled.

"Can he have food now?" she asked the doctor, who pursed his lips.

"I believe so," he answered cautiously. "Yes ... some food first, and then show him around. Grandfather and I have important business to discuss."

Lily responded with a brisk nod of the head and turned back to Mark. She held out a hand.

"First part of the tour: The kitchen is this way."

Mark put his own hand in hers. It seemed paler than normal against her dark fingers, but maybe it was because the usual grime had been washed away. Shakily he rose to his feet. He was taller than she was. She let go and gestured down the stairwell. From up here, it looked less supernatural.

"Five doors down," she said. "Go in and wait for me. If you touch the pots you'll be sorry. I just need a moment with the doctor."

Mark nodded again, trying to think of what to say even as he stepped back onto the stairs and began to descend. He was still trying to figure it out when he reached the fifth door and turned the handle. Then all thoughts of words were driven from his mind by the overpowering smell flooding through the open doorway. The smell of food simmering in pots over a smoky fire. All at once, it was like being back by the river, before the gray plague had come, where in the evening the different scents of a hundred broths and stews would lead him through the alleys and home to huddle around the bowl with his brother and sister and pick clean the remains of his father's last catch of the day. He was about to rush in, to pull the lid off the nearest one, when he heard a sound above him. Lily and the doctor were talking. He hovered by the door, curiosity fighting with hunger. Then, silently, he moved back up the stairs, straining his ears.

"... not to let the old man know," the doctor was saying. "Not just yet. He doesn't think we can keep another servant. I've tried to explain that I cannot manage without assistance but ... you know him."

"Very well, sir. I take it Mark will be helping you."

"As soon as he is well enough, Lily. He's my first full recovery," the doctor said with a touch of pride in his voice. "I'd better be careful."

Mark smiled. He didn't know what was happening, but whoever these people were, they were going to keep him.

"And ...," Lily's voice drifted down, "does he know yet that his father sold him?"

There was a pause.

"I thought you might break that particular piece of news, Lily," the doctor sighed, "as one who knows what it's like to adjust ..."

"As you wish, sir."

Numbly, imperceptibly, Mark's appetite died.


The Signet Ring



"How is the boy doing?"

"Much the same."

It was their ritual for the first few days. Lily sat on the stone staircase just outside Mark's room, stitching tablecloths or reading by the light of a candle. Every hour or so, Dr. Theophilus would ascend from his cellar rooms, make his gentle enquiry, his eyes full of hope, and, receiving the same reply, would nod with concern and turn away. Mostly he would return to his studies. Lily never went down there. She knew he kept human corpses in the cellar — the bodies of plague victims — for dissection. It was necessary, of course; if he was to cure this plague he had to understand it, but Lily shivered to think of working all day surrounded by their fixed, ghostly stares.

This time, the doctor sat down beside her on the step. He stroked his thin mustache thoughtfully, a sure sign that something was worrying him. Not that this was unusual.

"How long do you think he will be in there?" he asked.

Lily considered for a moment, wondering whether she should tell him about the sobs she heard when Mark thought everyone was asleep, about the red-rimmed eyes that peered through the crack of the door as she slipped in his food.

She looked up into the doctor's own eyes, seeing the heavy shadows underlining them from sleepless nights of work.

"Not long, sir."

Of course, the doctor was being soft. By law, Mark should have been working the second he arrived. She had, as soon as she knew where the dusters were kept in this ancient tower. But she didn't bear a grudge; that wasn't going to help.

The doctor sighed.

"I wish I didn't have to conceal him like this. Perhaps if he were free to wander the tower on his own he would adjust better, but ..."

The doctor trailed off. He always did when he thought of his grandfather. Old he may have been, but Count Stelli had lost none of his presence or his power. Lily put down her book, trying to think of a practical solution.

"Perhaps, sir, if you stressed how important he is to your research, as the first patient to recover from the plague —"

"Mention plague to the old man and he'll throw the boy into the street, and me with him," Theophilus interrupted with a shake of his head. "Perhaps it would be different if the plague ever touched the elite, but they think my research is worthless or, worse, dangerous. They see no profit in trying to cure a disease that lurks in the Piscean slums, and if Grandfather knew I had brought a carrier into his home, even a healthy one ..." The doctor turned his gaze on Lily, eyes too sad and weary for his age. "Why can no one see how much suffering it causes, Lily?"

Lily looked up at the doctor. There was an answer to that question, and they both knew it. Lily knew that the blindest people were those who would not see. That was why she always kept her eyes open.

Their moment of reflection was interrupted as, in the distance, a bell jangled, accompanied by a low rumble like distant thunder.

The doctor frowned. "Looks like the old man has woken up," he said with resignation.

Lily got up. "He'll be wanting his breakfast."

And like any other day, she left the doctor to drift back down to his work, his thin, tall shadow disappearing into the depths, as she climbed up the spiral staircase to the kitchen.

The Count had barely left his rooms for years, according to the doctor. As always, after waking she had read the note left for her the previous night on the bronze door at the top of the tower and obeyed the clipped instructions to the letter. Summoned by the bell, she loaded a tray with the Count's breakfast of bacon and carried it carefully up to the bronze door. Seeing that, as most mornings, it was closed, Lily slid open the wooden hatch beside the door and placed the breakfast tray on the platform within. Then she closed the hatch with a click and rang the bell, listening for the rumble as the food was winched up the shaft to the Observatory. Only once had she tried to enter uninvited, and sometimes she thought that her ears still rang with the roar that had told her she was not welcome.

She had never dared to do that again. She knew what happened if a servant angered their master. She had seen it at the bookbinder's, how the other girl had cried and clung to the legs of her master in vain. It was a rare master who would take someone in who had been thrown away or publicly shamed. "Damaged goods" they were called — the disgraced. Unable to work or trade or live. On the streets, with plague and thieves, she would be lucky to last a week. Lily's master, the Count, held her fate in his hands, and he was known for his temper. She never asked about the person who had worn her working dresses before her and tried not to notice that, although Lily was not large for her age, they were just the right size. One apron had been halfway through being patched, the needle and thread hanging loose, as if just put down for a moment.

When she returned to Mark's room, the door was ajar. Cautiously, she opened it further.

He was sitting on the simple bed, facing away. His hair had been shaved during his treatment, to check for signs of infection the doctor said, but it was starting to grow back now, a dirty blond color. He was already looking less thin than he had when he first arrived; he would be sturdily built when fully returned to health. As if he felt her gaze upon him, Mark turned, his face blotchy and pale, his mouth set in determination. He stared up at her defiantly.

Lily looked at him, tilting her head to one side. His gray eyes were dull still, but there was something new there, something she recognized. Curiosity.

"Want to see the tower now?" she asked.

He nodded.

After that, the next couple of days were easier. The tower had so many rooms to show, often all Lily had to do was to throw open the door. Mark's eyes grew wide at the simplest thing. When she showed him the old, musty dining room he gaped for minutes before gingerly stepping in. One eyebrow raised, Lily followed him.

"It's only a table, Mark," she said, tapping it with her knuckles. "It doesn't come to life."

"But ... it's real wood ..." Mark said, stroking it with his fingers. "Why would anyone make a table out of something this valuable? If my dad had this much wood, he'd have the best fishing boat on the Ora. He'd take me out with him and catch enough to feed all of us ten times over —"

"If you think that's impressive, you should see the silverware!" Lily interrupted hastily and stooped to open the sideboard.


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Table of Contents

Chapter 1: The Staircase
Chapter 2: The Signet Ring
Chapter 3: The Deal
Chapter 4: The Glassmaker
Chapter 5: The Manservant
Chapter 6: The Violinist


Chapter 7: The Dumbwaiter
Chapter 8: The Past
Chapter 9: The Future
Chapter 10: The Song
Chapter 11: The Star
Chapter 12: The Idea


Chapter 13: The Dance
Chapter 14: The Secret
Chapter 15: The Daughter
Chapter 16: The Theft
Chapter 17: The Box
Chapter 18: The Night
Chapter 19: The Trial
Chapter 20: The Speech


Chapter 21: The Fall
Chapter 22: The Scroll
Chapter 23: The Cell
Chapter 24: The Director
Chapter 25: The Promise

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The Midnight Charter 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
karieh on LibraryThing 5 months ago
I seriously considered not reviewing this book. Because, to put it bluntly, I just didn¿t get it. But, I read it, I took time and care to read it, I¿ve thought about it for 4 days now and maybe I am not the only one who just wouldn¿t get this book. So my apologies to the author.I chose this book because the summary mentioned that it was for readers of Philip Pullman. I very much enjoyed Pullman¿s books and plan to read them again someday. His books had magic, adventure and danger, and a strong underlying message. They can be enjoyed by children and adults.I didn¿t find anything magical in ¿The Midnight Charter¿. There was certainly danger¿but no real adventure (until the last page of the book or so)¿and the underlying message wasn¿t very underlying. It was beat you over the head obvious and made the story incredibly depressing.None of the characters were compelling to me, I didn¿t feel that I knew enough about either of them to believe in their words or actions. And even Lily, the heroine of the book, couldn¿t arouse much interest. I didn¿t feel the passion behind her words, behind her obsession.Again and again, I looked at the glowing reviews on the back cover. They mention being inspired, they mention amazing twists and turns¿and not being able to put the book down.For those readers, I am very glad. Because I agree with the book¿s message that greed is destructive and that caring for others should matter as much, if not sometimes more, than caring for oneself. But ¿ to use a line from the book, ¿Truth is never more addictive than when it comes to you in the tiniest grains.¿ But to which I would add, the truths in this book would be far more addictive were they delivered with a spoonful of hope.One thing I can agree with from the back of my copy? This book does have a GREAT first sentence.
ReadingItAll on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Agora is a city state surrounded by a circle of unclimbable walls; divided into the twelve signs of the zodiac, each section with its own set of goals, people and cultural quirks, all ruled by the Director, all influenced by astrological predictions, with the Midnight Charter hanging a dire prophecy over it. This is a society corrupted by materialism and built on the idea that everyone, everything, has a value, everything can be bought and sold...NOTHING is free! Two of the young children, meet, form a strange friendship and grow into totally different young citizens. Dreams and desires, good luck and ill fortune, friends and enemies all come together to weave a well written story that holds all the tension of a good fable.
Adrienne2093 on LibraryThing 5 months ago
I couldn't put the book down once I started reading. The characters were fun to read about, and the setting was very different then anything I have ever read. The beginning was really good but towards the end it slowed down. I loved the characters, and how the author switched their stories every other chapter. The story plot and setting were amazingly unique. The ending was very surprising and left you wondering if there would be a sequel. The only complaints I have with the book is at points it was a little confusing, and I wish the ending was as good as the beginning. It's not for sure but I have read that this book will be the first of the trilogy. The Midnight Charter is David Whitley's first book, and I look forward to read other things by him.
Litfan on LibraryThing 5 months ago
"The Midnight Charter" is the story of two older children living in a dystopian society, one which is based on trade. In Agora, children can be sold to masters and debtors can be erased forever. It's a society which values goods over lives. The two children, Lily and Mark, find their lives intersecting and then diverging as each copes with life in Agora in very different ways.The idea of such a society is an interesting one. A flaw of the novel is that there was not sufficient explanation of how the society works or how it became that way. It felt a bit like visiting a foreign country without a tour guide who speaks the language: fascinating, but also potentially frustrating. The characters were somewhat unevenly developed; I found myself drawn into the chapters about Lily and bored by the chapters about Mark.The story, however, did maintain my interest. The plot picked up a more even pace and became much more compelling in the last quarter of the novel. The ending did not provide much resolution; however the book is the first in a series and it did succeed in leaving me wanting to find out what happens next.
ElizaJane on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Reason for Reading: I was actually under the impression the story was dystopian however the plot itself was intriguing, dystopian or not.While this book is labeled as dystopian on many book sites, there is no indication that this world is our future earth at all. In fact, it is almost certain to be an alternate world somewhere, unless revelations are made in the following books I would label the story as fantasy or science fantasy. Agora is a walled-in city, people are told that beyond Agora there is nothing and this is the excepted truth. Agora is run on the barter and trade system where everything is available for trade including people's emotions and people themselves. Upon ones' 12th birthday one becomes a free person and must sell themselves into service, marriage, etc. to whatever advantage this may bring. This is a society that cannot run well as since everything is available for trade, everything is only worth what someone is willing to trade for it and an artist's work can be fashionable one day, worthless the next. Keeping one's best appearance in society is very important so as not to loose favour and thus your status. Wealthy merchant one day could easily become worthless pauper the next. The book features two young 12 year old's who have gone out into the world. Mark was sold by his father to a doctor as the boy had the stone plague and the father thought he might have a chance with the doctor. Lily, an orphan, was sold to a book binder's but tossed out on her 12th birthday. Since she had been working in the astrology section she managed to secure a place for herself as servant to a well-know astrologer in the city. The doctor is the son of the astrologer and this is how they meet.The book was a bit slow to get into, but once it got going I was quite intrigued with the unusual storyline. The two teens end up being thought as possibly the ones mentioned in an ancient prophecy, the Antagonist and the Protagonist, who will eventually either bring about the ruin of the city or prove the city's worth. Lily is obviously watched closely as she starts a charity house looking after all the poor debtors who roam the streets homeless and starving. Charity and compassion are something never heard of before in Agora and both she and the rising astrologer Mark bring great attention to themselves by the unseen Director himself.Lily and Mark are both well-flesh, faulty characters who one likes right away. Though on opposite sides politically, they are friends and the reader roots for both of them. The story is quite compelling with certain unexpected twists and turns. The only let down is the cliff-hanger ending which leaves one anxious for the second book which fortunately at this time has already been published.
jolerie on LibraryThing 5 months ago
"Charity is nothing to do with buying the feeling of virtue; compassion is not something you can measure. It's there when we don't check that we're always getting the best deal, when we stop seeing others as traders or merchandise, and see them as people, as those who deserve to live. Charity knows that humanity is worth more than the market price."The City of Agora is divided into districts, each named for a sign of the zodiac. Each district has it's distinct quality and nature, each one different from the one next to it. The people and the city are governed by one central government and director located within the city's glorious Directory of Receipts. Mark and Lily are two orphaned children growing up in this world where emotions are bottled and sold as drugs, where skills are traded, bartered, and exchanged as commodities, where the value of a human life is based solely on what they personally have to offer. Mark and Lily discover that being orphans is not the only thing they have in common and that the government is more connected to them than they had ever imagined. Together, they will uncover a secret that may threaten the very existence of the City of Agora, it's people, and the only place they've ever called home.Reading this book felt like I was dropped off in the middle of nowhere and told to find my way to nowhere. It felt like reading the middle of a book, in the middle of a series, with no knowledge of the beginning and no clue of the ending. Halfway through the book I was so disoriented that I had to double check to ensure that I hadn't actually been reading the first book in the series. The most frustrating part of it all was that I really, really enjoyed the story since the concept was incredibly creative and intriguing, the characters interesting and fascinating, but I was left feeling very confused from the first to the last page. In the end, I really don't know what to make of the entire experience except that now I realized that I can like a book that seems to be missing context, I can get lost and still arrive, I can give a 2.5 star rating and still want to read the next book in the series.
Suzanne520 on LibraryThing 6 months ago
I won the sequel to this book in a goodreads giveaway, and whether by fortunate mistake, or fortunate kindness, the publisher sent me a copy of this one. Now, I am itching to receive the sequel in the mail because to say this book was amazing is a complete understatement!This book follows Mark and Lily through a series of coincidences that are just to coincidental to not be fate. I enjoyed the writing style very much, and I loved seeing the way everything was so perfectly tied together. I was gripped by the story from the first paragraph of the very first page, and I was never let down as I continued. You can trade your emotions in this book, and while reading it, I felt I would gladly trade mine for more time to read it. The author, David Whitley, writes such a compelling and gripping tale, with just enough action, emotion, and fate to keep readers wanting more. The world he created was beautiful and terrible, but above all other things, this story was very original. I definitely recommend it as a good read!
Leov on LibraryThing 6 months ago
Mark, who has been sold by his father, and Lily, an orphan, meet at the tower of Count Stelli who makes his living by reading the future. When Count Stelli has an arguement with his grandson, the doctor Theophilus, Lily leaves with Theophilus to set up a practice elsewhere, and Mark becomes the count's manservant and learns the count's future telling trade. However, he soon realises he is being groomed like a puppet to further the Count's own plans, and Lily finds a world that buys and sells everything, even emotions. When Lily decides to set up a charity she sets in motion a philosophy that will shake the society around her and Marks life as well. This is a book that questions the beliefs and values that build society. It is set in an almost Victorian fantasy setting. Well written and gripping.
Nellie Baran More than 1 year ago
The beginnong is a bit sketchy but the story improves later on. If you didnt like this book, do not let that stop you from buying the next one because it is laid out better. I recommend th Agora Trilogy. Can't wait for the last book!
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Kristine81 More than 1 year ago
The Midnight Charter is an intelligent book full of hidden things. It is set in the ancient city of Agora, which has been hiding from the outside world within its vast walls, which have no gates, for 144 years. Inside the city a secret society, the `Libran Society, exerts its hidden influence over the lives of the citizens and in particular our two heroes, Mark and Lily, two children who must try to thread their way through the labyrinth that is Agoran society. A society that has no money, so people must trade their goods in order to live. In fact more than just goods, if they must they can trade anything they have, their children, even their emotions. So everyone must decide for themselves what they value and what they could sell. The page-turning plot is full of adventure, mystery and meanings and secrets. Some secrets are held back to the end by master story teller, David Whitley, some things are hidden in plain view (e.g. try to work out what all the characters names mean). The vividly drawn characters are almost never what they seem to be at first sight, as slowly we learn what has made them the way they are and begin to guess what they might do. The Midnight Charter is a book you could read again and again and find more secrets every time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really liked the beginning and middle of this book. The end was a let downa nd left a thousand unanswered questions and had the sloppy feel of a writer who had written himself into a corner. The book was also paced medium in the beginning and middle but the pace quickened to an uncomfortable degree towards the end. It needed to be at least 3-5 more chapters long, and it needed to answer the questions and resolve the conflicts it created early in the sotry. The writer write well, it was engaging and not boring at all, I just wish he had spent a little more time and actually put a good ending in instead of leaving the end dangling for it's life with question marks all over the places: "what about ___?? What about ___? How did ___ end up?"
Anonymous More than 1 year ago