Mark of the Plague by Kevin SandsMark of the Plague by Kevin Sands

Mark of the Plague

byKevin Sands

Hardcover | September 6, 2016

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Christopher Rowe is back and there are more puzzles, riddles, and secrets to uncover in this follow-up to the Indie Next pick The Blackthorn Key, which was called a “spectacular debut” by Kirkus Reviews in a starred review.

The Black Death has returned to London, spreading disease and fear through town. A mysterious prophet predicts the city’s ultimate doom—until an unknown apothecary arrives with a cure that actually works. Christopher’s Blackthorn shop is chosen to prepare the remedy. But when an assassin threatens the apothecary’s life, Christopher and his faithful friend Tom are back to hunting down the truth, risking their lives to untangle the heart of a dark conspiracy.

And as the sickness strikes close to home, the stakes are higher than ever before…
Title:Mark of the PlagueFormat:HardcoverDimensions:544 pages, 8.25 × 5.5 × 2 inPublished:September 6, 2016Publisher:AladdinLanguage:English

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from A decent follow up Very clever story, enjoyed some of the mysteries were very fun to follow along on the ride, some were a little predictable but all in all a fun story and a worthy follow up to the original. Seems like there is more of Christopher's story to tell, looking forward to it.
Date published: 2017-03-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Didn't disappoint I really enjoyed the first book, The Blackthorn Key, so was excited to read this second instalment. It was equally clever and intriguing. Can't wait for the next one.
Date published: 2017-03-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Just as good as The Blackthorn Key #plumreview I am a fan of Kevin Sands for sure. Loved the Blackthorn Key, couldn't wait to read Mark of the Plague. Sands is a fine writer. Good use of language, an engaging plot and characters the reader can care about. Plague picks up where Key left off. London is in the grip of the bubonic plague and the apprentice apothocary wants to help. Not just a good story and fast moving adventure with lots of perils, Mark of the Plague is a good short history of the plague, plague doctors, strange "cures" and lots more. Now I have to wait for the 3rd book!
Date published: 2017-02-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Mystery. Secrets. Danger! Christopher Rowe thought life couldn't possibly get more worse after the murder of his beloved Master Blackthorn a few months ago, but he was utterly wrong. The Black Death has returned to London with a vengeance. The wealthy nobility have fled to the country, the Apothecaries' Guild has closed its doors, and the commoners are struggling to survive. Fear is running rampant as the plague claims thousands of lives everyday; with no known cure, the city's doctors can only alleviate their patients' suffering. Now Christopher is doing all he can to make it through the epidemic. The Blackthorn shop may belong to him now, but as an apprentice, he can't sell remedies to customers. Though his funds are dwindling, Tom, his best friend and constant companion has been sneaking him food from home. When an old friend visits the shop, Christopher is left with a new puzzle to solve: finding a treasure Master Blackthorn left behind. But finding the treasure is put on hold when Christopher encounters a mysterious prophet named Melchior, who has gained a cult of followers. Melchior always seems to know the right words to incite his audience, but more troubling, he can predict the plague's next victims. Christopher doesn't know what to make of the masked man, only that there's something about Melchior he doesn't quite trust... Kevin Sands has delivered another thrilling page-turner that captivated me from beginning to end! Mark of the Plague absolutely lives up to the high expectations set by The Blackthorn Key, one of my favourite novels I read last year. Christopher is often underestimated because of his age, but he's a brilliant and bright boy, eager to learn and ever curious. And always by his side is Tom, who's unfaltering loyalty was proven once again in this book. I was so happy when the duo became a trio! Sally, an orphan from Cripplegate like Christopher, has a much larger role to play in Mark of the Plague. She was the perfect fit to join Christopher and Tom on their search for the truth. And I laughed when Tom realized Sally was just as naturally mischievous as Christopher. The camaraderie between them all is just so joyfully fun! Their investigation may lead them to peril, and the plague is a constant worry, but you know they'll be alright if they just stick together. Mystery. Secrets. Danger. All the friendship feels. I absolutely loved Kevin Sands' Mark of the Plague! ** I received an ARC from Simon & Schuster Canada in exchange for an honest review. **
Date published: 2016-09-08

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Mark of the Plague CHAPTER 1 “THIS IS A BAD IDEA,” Tom said. He stared sidelong at the device at the end of the workbench, as though, if he looked at it directly, it might poke out his eyes. “You don’t even know what it does yet,” I said. He bit his lip. “I’m pretty sure I don’t want to.” The contraption did look rather . . . well, odd. It was five inches tall, with a bulging top balanced over a narrow upright cylinder, wrapped tightly in folded paper. The upper part of the device balanced on three wooden prongs sticking out of the bottom. A wick of cannon fuse trailed from its end. “It’s like a mushroom,” Tom said. “With a tail.” He edged away from the workbench. “A flammable tail.” I couldn’t help feeling slightly wounded. Odd or not, this device was the most important thing I’d ever made. All of the other equipment in the apothecary workshop—the ceramic jars, the molded glassware, the spoons and cups and pots and cauldrons—lay crammed on the side benches, cold and quiet. Only the faint scent of ingredients and concoctions lingered in the room. Even the giant onion-shaped oven in the corner was still. Because this was the creation that would save my shop. I held it up with pride. “Blackthorn’s Smoke-Your-Home! Guaranteed to . . . uh . . . smoke your home. Well, that advertisement needs work.” “Your brain needs work,” Tom muttered. Now that was going too far. “My inventions do exactly what they’re supposed to.” “I know,” Tom said. “That’s the problem.” “But—look.” I put my Smoke-Your-Home back down—gently—and showed him my design, sketched on an unrolled sheet of vellum. “It’s like a firework,” I said, which in retrospect was probably not the best way to start.Blackthorn’s Smoke-Your-Home Invented by Christopher Rowe, Apothecary’s Apprentice “You light the fuse at the bottom. The gunpowder in the lower part pops the top into the air. Then the second fuse makes that burst.” I swept my arm over it like I was hawking silks at the Royal Exchange. “Fills any room with smoke to keep your family safe! Designed to help drive off the plague!” “Uh-huh,” Tom said. I think my theatrics made him less impressed. “Why is it full of flour?” “That’s the best part. Watch.” I went to the side of the workshop, where I’d stored the two sacks of flour I had left. I grabbed a handful of it and picked up the taper burning on the workbench. When I puffed the flour into it, it burst with a bright flash of flame. “See?” I said. “It explodes. That’s what blew up Campden’s mill last summer. There was too much flour in the air.” Tom pressed his fingers to his forehead. “You based an invention on an exploding mill?” “Well . . . it’s less dangerous than gunpowder, right?” Tom didn’t seem to think that was a selling point. “Anyway, when the flour explodes, it incinerates the sawdust and herbs, filling the room with smoke. And that smoke is the best thing we know of that will prevent you getting the plague. We can even make them to order, put whatever wood inside the customer wants.” “Why couldn’t they just make a fire?” Tom said. “You can’t just light random fires around your house,” I said. “Yes, this seems much safer.” “It is,” I insisted. “You just have to keep it away from curtains. And oil lamps. And pets. And—look, I’ll show you.” Tom backed away. “Wait. You’re not really going to set that off?” “What else would I do with it?” “I thought you were just playing a joke on me.” From high up on the ingredient shelves, a plump salt-and-pepper-speckled pigeon fluttered down to where I stood. She cooed. “That’s right, Bridget,” Tom said. “Talk some sense into him.” Bridget pecked at the cannon fuse. She recoiled with a grunt and took off, wings flapping her up the stairs. “See?” Tom ducked behind the workbench. “Even the bird thinks you’re mad.” “You’re going to regret this when I’m knee-deep in gold,” I said. Tom’s voice called from behind the wood. “I’ll take my chances.” I lit the fuse. I watched it crackle and spark, then joined Tom behind the bench. Not because I was worried, of course. It just seemed . . . prudent. The fuse reached the bottom. For a moment, there was nothing. Then the gunpowder ignited. There was a hissing, and sparks shot from the bottom. The cylinder popped into the air. I pulled on Tom’s sleeve. “It works! It works!” Then the second charge began to burn. A thin, smoking flame rushed out of the bottom. Slowly, it tipped sideways. Then it rocketed through the door into the shop. “Was that supposed to happen?” Tom said. “Well . . . ,” I said, but the correct answer was: no. From the doorway to the shop came a flash. Then a BOOM. The boom was expected. The voice that followed it was not. “AAHHHH!” it said.