Theodosia and the Staff of Osiris by R. L. LaFevers

Author:R. L. LaFevers
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Children: Grades 4-6, Fiction, Girls & Women, Historical - Europe, Manners & Etiquette, Europe, Mummies, Multigenerational, Science Fiction, cats, Ages 9-12 Fiction, Social Issues, Animals, Mythical, Adventure and adventurers, Animals - Mythical, Juvenile Fiction, Exploration & Discovery, Mysteries & Detective Stories, Museums, Fantasy & Magic, Historical, People & Places, Action & Adventure - General, Family, Animals - Cats, Children's Books, General, Fantasy, Visionary & Metaphysical, Magic, Ancient Civilizations
ISBN: 9780547248196
Publisher: Sandpiper
Published: 2010-08-24T07:00:00+00:00

"Course I won't. Off wi' you, now."

I hesitated, wondering if I should press him further, but the horses were stomping in impatience. The driver looked down. "Is there a problem?"

"No. No problem," Will called back.

With a last warning look at Will, I climbed in. The driver clicked his tongue and slapped the reins.

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As I settled back onto the seat, I had to admit I felt much better now that I'd told Wigmere everything. The entire Brotherhood of the Chosen Keepers would be on it. Surely it would be only a matter of time before they found a way to outmaneuver the Serpents of Chaos.

But I was a little disturbed at Wigmere's worries for my safety. Earlier I had only thought of keeping the magic of the staff from the Serpents of Chaos. Now the orb was an ominous weight against my leg. I pushed that unpleasant thought aside and pondered what else Wigmere had told me.

To think that the Egyptian gods may have once upon a time walked the earth! And that they'd left such powerful artifacts behind. Artifacts that had power over death. But, I reminded myself, that was the nature of myths. They grew larger and grander over time.

Although the staff did seem to prove that there was some kernel of truth in them.

It was quite dark now. My stomach growled. What time was it, anyway? Could I talk the driver into stopping for something to eat on the way back to the museum? Then I remembered my lack of funds. Bother. Looked like jam sandwiches again.

There was a loud rattle of carriage wheels coming up behind us, the thundering of hooves growing louder and

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louder. The driver steered our carriage over toward the side to make room. However, instead of passing, the other vehicle drew up even with us. I heard a shout, and then two loud thuds overhead caused our carriage to dip wildly and lurch to the side. The driver cried out and then fell silent, but the carriage kept going.

With Wigmere's warnings echoing in my head, I scooted over to the window, pulled the curtain aside to see what was going on, and found myself face to chest with a black-cloaked form. Before I could so much as squeak, the large, threatening figure yanked the door open and swung himself in, landing on the seat across from me.

Heart pounding, I scrambled back into the far corner.

The intruder shut the door behind him, then turned to face me.

In the dim light of the carriage lamps, I could just make out that one side of his face was horribly scarred.

"Hullo, Theodosia." The familiar voice raised chills along my arms. "Fancy meeting you here."

I forced myself to meet the man's gaze. The skin of his left eye was pitted and red, the eye itself a useless milky white.

But even with all those scars, I would have recognized Nigel Bollingsworth anywhere.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN OLD FRIENDS, NEW ENEMIES

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THE LAST TIME I'D SEEN our ex-First Assistant Curator was right after I'd beaned him on the head and he'd collapsed in an annex of Thutmose Ill's tomb.

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