City Of Lies by Lian TannerCity Of Lies by Lian Tanner

City Of Lies

byLian Tanner

Paperback | September 11, 2012

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Goldie Roth is a trained thief and a skilled liar. Along with her friend Toadspit, she's supposed to be one of the Keepers of the mysterious Museum of Dunt. But although she desperately wants to be a Keeper, she will not leave her sick parents to do so.

But when Toadspit's sister Bonnie is stolen, he and Goldie are forced to follow the child-stealers to the neighboring city of Spoke. Along the way, Toadspit too is captured, and Goldie is caught up in the Festival of Lies, where every word she says means something else and no one can be trusted. There, Goldie discovers some dangerous secrets—secrets that the child-stealers will kill to protect. She will need all her skills as a thief and a liar if she is to survive and save her friends.
LIAN TANNER is a playwright and a captivating storyteller. She lives in Australia.From the Hardcover edition.
Title:City Of LiesFormat:PaperbackDimensions:288 pages, 7.63 × 5.19 × 0.64 inPublished:September 11, 2012Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0375859799

ISBN - 13:9780375859793

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Ah, Goldie and Toadspit, what are you up to now? The 2nd in the trilogy that started with "The Museum Of Thieves" does not disappoint. The action is just as strong, Goldie is becoming a more accomplished thief as she searches through a city in the midst of a festival of lies for missing children. The adventure is much more complex if slightly derivative. Can't wait for the conclusion.
Date published: 2012-01-14

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A Message from the MuseumThe scream woke Goldie Roth from a deep sleep. She sat bolt upright, thinking for a moment that she was back in the terrible events of six months ago, with the city of Jewel on the brink of invasion and her friend Toadspit about to be murdered in front of her eyes.Then she heard Ma’s quiet voice in the next room, and she knew that Pa had had another nightmare. She slipped out of bed, threw a dressing gown over her shoulders and hurried into her parents’ room. “Pa?” she said. “Are you all right?”Pa smiled weakly up at her from a knot of bedclothes. “Sorry to wake you, sweeting,” he mumbled.“Your father had a bad dream,” said Ma. “But it’s gone now.” And she too smiled, though her knuckles were white and her fingers trembled.It pierced Goldie to the heart to see them trying to pretend that nothing was wrong. She unknotted the bedclothes and tucked them around Pa’s shoulders, wishing there were something more she could do.“Were you dreaming about the House of Repentance again?” she said.Pa flinched. He and Ma glanced at each other, and a world of pain and sorrow passed between them.It was a little more than ten months since the two of them had been thrown into the dungeons of the House of Repentance. They had never told Goldie what had happened to them there, but she could see the scars that were left behind.Pa had dreadful nightmares. Ma had a cough that sounded as if it would tear her lungs out. They were both too thin, and even now, long after their release, they had an exhausted look about them, as if something was gnawing at them from the inside.Goldie wished that they would talk to her about it. But they never did. Instead, they sighed and changed the subject.“A--a message came for you today, sweeting,” said Pa, struggling to sit up. “Where did I put it? It was from the Museum of Dunt.”This time it was Goldie who flinched, although she hid it so well that her father didn’t notice. Memories flooded through her. Toadspit--his whole body plastered in mud--turned toward her and laughed. A warm canine tongue swept across her face, and a deep voice rumbled, “You are as brave as a brizzlehound--”With an effort, she dragged herself back to the present. Pa was fumbling for a scrap of paper that lay on the table beside the bed. “Here it is.” His forehead creased. “It’s from Herro Dan and Olga Ciavolga. It seems that they want you to be the museum’s Fifth Keeper!”Fifth Keeper of the Museum of Dunt . . . The familiar longing welled up inside Goldie so suddenly and so strongly that she could hardly breathe.She said nothing, but Pa must have seen some echo of it on her face. “Do you--do you want to be Fifth Keeper, sweeting? Because--”“Because if you do,” interrupted Ma, “we wouldn’t stop you.”“We wouldn’t dream of stopping you!”“It’s just--”“It’s just that it’s such a big responsibility,” said Pa. “We’re worried that it might be too much for you.”“And--” Ma gripped Goldie’s hand. “And you’d have to be away from home such a lot.” She began to cough.Goldie patted her gently on the back and tried not to think about the Museum of Dunt, and how much--how very much--she wanted to be Fifth Keeper.“Of course,” said Pa, chewing his lip, “it’s possible that Herro Dan and Olga Ciavolga really need your help. If they do--”“If they need you, then you mustn’t hesitate,” said Ma. She tried to let go of Goldie’s hand but didn’t quite manage. “Your father and I talked about this earlier.”“We did,” said Pa. “And we both agreed. If they need you, you must go!”Goldie could hardly bear it. They were doing their best to be fair, but she could see how much they hated the thought of her being away from home for even a little while.And so she forced every scrap of longing out of her voice and said, “They don’t really need me. They’ve got Sinew and Toadspit to help them.”Pa frowned, wanting to believe her. “Are you sure?”“You’re not staying home because of us, are you?” said Ma, still clutching her hand. “You mustn’t do that. We want you to be happy.”A warm canine tongue swept across her face--Goldie smiled. “I am happy,” she said. And because she was a trained liar, she sounded as if she meant it.From the Hardcover edition.