The Scrivener’s Bones: Alcatraz vs. the Evil Librarians (Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians) by Brandon Sanderson

Author:Brandon Sanderson
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781466865549
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Published: 2016-02-16T05:00:00+00:00

They did not look pleased. Kaz, on the other hand, was smiling widely. “Kid, I’m almost tempted to make you an official short person!”

“Thanks,” I said.

“Course, we’d have to cut your legs off at the knees,” Kaz said. “But that would be a small price to pay!” He winked at me. I’m pretty sure that was a joke.

I shook my head, stepping out of the rubbled pocket I’d made in the floor with my Talent. My shoes barely hung to my feet, and I kicked them off, forced to walk barefoot.

Still, I’d gotten us free. I turned, smiling, to Bastille. “Well, I believe that makes two traps I’ve saved you from.”

“Oh?” she said. “And are we going to start a count of the ones you got me into, as well? Who was it who stepped on that tripwire again?”

I felt my face reddening.

“Any one of us could have tripped it, Bastille,” Kaz said, walking up to us. “As fun as that was, I’m starting to think it might be a good idea if we didn’t hit any more of those. We need to go more carefully.”

“You think?” Bastille asked flatly. “The trick is, I can’t scout ahead. Not if you’re leading us with your Talent.”

“We’ll just have to be more cautious then,” Kaz said. I looked down at the tripwire, thinking about the danger. We couldn’t afford to stumble into every one of those we came across. Who knew if we’d even be able to think of a way out of the next one?

“Kaz, Bastille, wait a second.” I reached into a pocket, pulling out my Lenses. I left the Windstormer’s Lenses alone and put on the Discerner’s Lenses—the ones that Grandpa Smedry had left for me up above.

Immediately, everything around me began to give off a faint glow, indicating how old it was. I looked down. Sure enough, the tripwire glowed far lighter than the stones or the scrolls around it. It was newer than the original construction of the building. I looked up, smiling. “I think I’ve found a way around the problem.”

“Are those Discerner’s Lenses?” Bastille asked.

I nodded.

“Where in the sands did you get a pair of those?”

“Grandpa Smedry left them for me,” I said. “Outside, along with a note.” I frowned, glancing at the Curators. “Speaking of which, didn’t you say you’d return the writings you took from me?”

The creatures glanced at one another. Then, one of them approached, betraying a sullen look. The apparition bent down and set some things on the ground: copies of my tags, the wrapper that had been taken from me, and Grandpa Smedry’s note. There were also copies of the money I’d given them—they were perfect replicas, except that they were colorless.

Great, I thought. But I probably didn’t need that anymore anyway. I stooped down to gather the things, which all glowed brightly, since they all had been created brand-new. Bastille took the note, looked it over with a frown, then handed it to Kaz.

“So, your father really is down here somewhere,” she said.

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