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SummaryIn this The Librarians meets Sherlock Holmes for kids, a thirteen-year-old American searches for magical objects in modern day London.
StatsGenre: Midgrade (8-12 years) supernatural suspense/mystery
Series length: Three books Violence: Moderate, not graphic Magic/Supernatural: Moderate, primarily unexplained supernatural objects and places. The main protagonist also has synesthesia-like abilities, which is said to be a genetic trait. Romance: None Christian/spiritual element: Subtle underlying worldview. Recommendation: Great for geeky girls and boys who like brain-engaging reads. You might like this book if you liked... Sherlock Holmes, The Librarians, or Indiana Jones. |
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A pair of rather large, blue-green beetles buzzed north over the River Thames, weaving back and forth over the water's surface in that haphazard pattern that beetles fly. Had they bothered to look, the early-morning joggers in London's Victoria Tower Gardens--wrapped up against the December cold in their leggings and winter caps--might have caught the glint of the rising sun reflecting off iridescent wings. Had they looked even closer, they might even have wondered if those wings were made of some strange metal alloy. But they did not look. No one ever does. |
The Lost Property Office
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Night had fallen on London's Baker Street. The orange glow of the streetlamps reflected off pavement that seemed perpetually wet. A good number of pedestrians still walked the sidewalks, mostly heading home from the cafes. Teatime had barely passed, and in London, tea was more than just hot drinks. A little south of Regent's Park and a little north of Baker Street Tube station--near 221B--one particular pedestrian opened his palm and let an etched gold cube drop to the ground. He kept walking. No one shouted after the man to tell him he had dropped something. No one noticed at all. |
The Fourth Ruby
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A bronze nano-drone rose from the cemetery behind Saint Paul's Cathedral and tilted northward, four spherical engines glowing blue. It ducked beneath a cab on Cheapside, weaved through hurrying knees and boots, and paused in the shadow of a white stone building. When the pedestrian traffic thinned, it popped up over the rooftop, dropping into a hidden courtyard and pushing in through the mail slot of a weathered black door. |
The Clockwork Dragon
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