Rise of the Evening Star (Fablehaven, Book 2)
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At the end of the school year, Kendra and her brother Seth find themselves racing back to Fablehaven, a refuge for mythical and magical creatures. Grandpa Sorenson, the caretaker, invites three specialists -- a potion master, a magical relics collector, and a mystical creature trapper -- to help protect the property from the Society of the Evening Star, an ancient organization determined to infiltrate the preserve and steal a hidden artifact of great power. Time is running out. The Evening Star is storming the gates. If the artifact falls into the wrong hands, it could mean the downfall of other preserves and possibly the world. Will Kendra learn to use her fairy gifts in time? Will Seth stay out of trouble?
further assurances.” “Defeating this guardian will be no small task,” Warren admitted. “What do you say, Kendra?” Two sets of eyes were on Kendra. “I don’t trust her.” “A little late for that,” Vanessa said. “You were supposed to be my teacher and my friend,” Kendra said. “I really liked you.” Vanessa grinned. “Of course you liked me. In the spirit of teaching, here’s a final piece of instruction. I used the same approach when we met as Errol did. I rescued you from a supposed threat in
kobolds. Once a kobold took possession of it, he would be compelled to return it to the shrine where it belonged, hidden deep in the Himalayas. Errol also stressed that kobolds were suckers for gifts, so all they needed to do was wrap up the statue like a present and give it to him. The rest would take care of itself. It sounded almost too easy to be true. But Kendra had learned at Fablehaven that sometimes powerful magic was worked through simple means. For example, keeping a captured fairy
concealed so as to never be found.” “And they are protected by lethal traps,” Grandma added. “Which is the true explanation for our visitors,” Grandpa said softly. “They’re here to find the artifact!” Kendra said. Grandpa nodded. “I do not envy their task.” “Have they found anything yet?” Seth asked. “Vanessa has had some luck poring through the journals of former caretakers,” Grandpa said. “Patton Burgess, Lena’s husband, was fascinated by the secret artifacts. In a coded reference in one
edge of the bed. When Dale let go, Kendra half-expected Warren to topple over, but he remained seated upright, eyes vacant. He looked to be in his twenties, at least ten years younger than Dale. Even with pale skin, white hair, and empty eyes, Warren was unexpectedly handsome. Not quite as tall as his brother, Warren had broader shoulders and a firmer jaw. His features were more finely sculpted. Looking at Dale, she would not picture his brother handsome. Looking at Warren, she would not picture
white in contrast to his black skin. “I am an anachronism. A holdover from long-forgotten times. I have seen learning come and go, empires rise and fall. Consider me your guardian angel. I would like to conduct a simple experiment. Do you mind?” “Is it safe?” “Completely. But if I am right, it could provide the answer to why the Society of the Evening Star has shown such interest in you.” “Okay.” A pair of short copper rods rested on the table. The Sphinx picked up one and handed it to