The Devil's Thief by Lisa MaxwellThe Devil's Thief by Lisa Maxwell

The Devil's Thief

byLisa Maxwell

Hardcover | October 9, 2018

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In this spellbinding sequel to the New York Times bestselling The Last Magician, Esta and Harte set off on a cross-country chase through time to steal back the elemental stones they need to save the future of magic.

Hunt the Stones.
Beware the Thief.
Avenge the Past.


Esta’s parents were murdered. Her life was stolen. And everything she knew about magic was a lie. She thought the Book of Mysteries held the key to freeing the Mageus from the Order’s grasp, but the danger within its pages was greater than she ever imagined.

Now the Book’s furious power lives inside Harte. If he can’t control it, it will rip apart the world to get its revenge, and it will use Esta to do it.

To bind the power, Esta and Harte must track down four elemental stones scattered across the continent. But the world outside the city is like nothing they expected. There are Mageus beyond the Brink not willing to live in the shadows—and the Order isn’t alone in its mission to crush them.

In St. Louis, the extravagant World’s Fair hides the first stone, but an old enemy is out for revenge and a new enemy is emerging. And back in New York, Viola and Jianyu must defeat a traitor in a city on the verge of chaos.

As past and future collide, time is running out to rewrite history—even for a time-traveling thief.
Title:The Devil's ThiefFormat:HardcoverDimensions:704 pages, 9 × 6 × 2 inPublished:October 9, 2018Publisher:Simon PulseLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:1481494457

ISBN - 13:9781481494458

Reviews

Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved this stoty...keep me up at night Please tell me that after nearly 1200 pages , that its not over....this is not the end.........i must know the rest......these 2 books should be a moovie.....a series at least.....the traveling back and forth, in time , the peaple with abilities all make them exciting to read....whats the next book and when ????????.
Date published: 2018-12-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved this story! I was so excited to read this book! I loved The Last Magician and this one was just as great! There were many layers to this story. It alternated between two years, 1902 and 1904. The puzzling part was that we don’t really know what happens between those years, because some of the characters jumped forward in time. Though there was a gap in the timeline, the story flowed seamlessly. There weren’t any spoilers in either narrative as to what happened in the past or what will happen in the future. The only thing that this story was missing was a shocking ending. The end of The Last Magician had some shocking revelations. I found some characters suspicious in this story, and that was confirmed at the end, so it wasn’t a surprise. Other than that this book was amazing! I highly recommend this series to fans of YA fantasy. I received a copy of this book from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Date published: 2018-12-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Lots Of Different Storylines This book was a behemoth, so I had no idea what to expect. It soon became clear that there would be lots of different characters, both new and old, and more storylines would come to light. That certainly happened and while it led to a lot of interesting elements and more action scenes, I think that some elements were too much. While it wasn't badly written, I don't think the rebellion element was needed. That said, the storyline definitely added to new elements of the world and truly tested the characters. As for the characters themselves, I liked many of them, and found Viola's storyline to be the best. She's a very strong character and I would love to see how it goes, especially with her complicated family relationship and a potential love interest. I also found Julien to be a fun side character, and would love to know more about him. I also feel that Jinayu's storyline was a little too short. As for Harte and Esta, I still enjoyed them and their complicated push-and-pull of their relationship, but I found myself getting frustrated with some of their choices. This was actually my biggest problem with the book: simple choices and a little more thought would have stopped so many horrible things from happening. I understand it was meant to move the story along, but I was face-palming more than once. Still, it's not a bad book and I did have a lot of fun with the time travel element and watching everything completely unravel for the characters. It will be interesting to see how all these plot elements tie together.
Date published: 2018-10-25
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Suffering from middle book syndrome, but still worthwhile This was the book I was most excited for at BookExpo back in May, and I'm sad to say I didn't love it. It is only an arc, so there's hope. Also, for those wondering - this is definitely not a conclusion. I thought the series was just expanded to a duology, but with everything introduced and set up in this installment, I'd be surprised if it will wrap up even as a trilogy. The sequel picks up right away from the conclusion of The Last Magician and we check in with the gang from multiple perspectives. The perspectives are done well and the voices are differentiated, which was great - I never once had to look back and see who I was reading from or where/when we were. The story flows well even though we are checking in on over 5 characters with different motivations and timelines, I was never resentful of spending time with the B and C plot story. Sadly, I don't think anything was achieved over the course of the just under 700 pages of this story. It was a lot of set up, and I'm intrigued to see what happens next in the series, but this installment is underwhelming
Date published: 2018-08-15

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The Devil’s Thief THE THIEF 1902—New York The Thief turned her back on the city—on everything she had once been and on all the lies she had once believed. The ache of loss had honed her, and the weight of memory had pressed her into something new—hard and cold as a diamond. The Thief carried the memory of those losses as a weapon against what was to come as she faced the span of the great bridge. The dark road spooled out before her, leading onward to where night had already bruised the horizon, its shadow falling over the low-slung buildings and the bare treetops of a land she’d never thought to visit. Measured in steps, the distance wasn’t all that great, but between her and that other shore stood the Brink, with all its devastating power. At her side stood the Magician. Once he had been her enemy. Always he had been her equal. Now he was her ally, and she had risked everything to come back for him. He shuddered, but whether it was from the cold evening air on his bare arms or from the reality of what they needed to do—the impossibility of it—the Thief couldn’t be sure. His voice came to her, a hushed whisper in the wind. “A day ago I had planned to die. I thought I was ready, but . . .” He glanced over at her, his storm-cloud eyes revealing everything he wasn’t saying. “This will work,” she reassured him, not because she knew it was true but because there was no other option. She might not be able to change the past, might not be able to save the innocent or rewrite her mistakes and regrets, but she would change the future. Behind them, a streetcar approached, sending vibrations through the track beneath their feet. They couldn’t be seen there. “Give me your hand,” the Thief commanded. The Magician glanced at her, a question in his eyes, but she held out her bare hand, ready. With one touch he would be able read her every hope and fear. With one touch he could turn her from this path. Better to know where his heart stood now. A moment later his hand caught hers, palm to palm. The coolness of his skin barely registered, because when her skin touched his, power sizzled against her palm. She’d felt his affinity’s warmth before, but what she felt now was something new. A wave of unfamiliar energy licked against her skin, testing her boundaries as though searching for a way into her. The Book. He’d tried to explain—tried to warn her after she had returned from the future he’d sent her to, a future he’d thought was safe. All that power is in me, he’d said. She hadn’t understood. Until now. Now the familiar warmth of his affinity was overwhelmed by a stronger magic, a power that had once been contained in the pages of the Ars Arcana the Thief had tucked into her skirts—a book that people she loved had lied and fought and died for. Now its power was beginning to creep upward, wrapping around her wrist, solid and heavy as the silver cuff she wore on her arm. At the edges of her consciousness, the Thief thought she heard voices whispering. “Stop it,” she told him through clenched teeth. His response came out clipped, strained. “I’m trying.” When she looked over at him, his expression was pained, but his eyes were bright, their irises flashing with colors she could not have named. He drew in a breath, his nostrils flaring slightly with the effort, and a moment later the colors in his eyes faded until they were his usual stormy gray. The warmth vining around her arm receded, and the voices she’d heard scratching at the boundaries of her mind went quiet. Together they began to walk. Away from their city, their only home. Away from her regrets and failures. As they passed the first set of brick and steel arches, each step was one more toward their possible end. This close to the Brink, its cold energy warned anyone with an affinity for the old magic to stay away. The Thief could feel it, could sense those icy tendrils of corrupted power clawing at her, at the very heart of what she was. But the warning didn’t stop her. Too much had happened. Too many people had been lost, and all because she had been willing to believe in the comfort of lies and too easily led. It was a mistake she wouldn’t repeat. The truth of who and what she was had seared her, burning away all the lies she’d once accepted. About her world. About herself. That blaze had cauterized her aching regrets and left her a girl of fire. A girl of ash and scars. She carried a taste in her mouth that made her think of vengeance. It stiffened her resolve and kept her feet moving. Because after everything that had happened, all that she had learned, she had nothing left to lose. She had everything left to lose. Brushing aside the dark thought, the Thief took a deep, steadying breath and found the spaces between the seconds that hung suspended around her. Once she had not thought of time, or her ability to manipulate it, as anything particularly special. She knew better now. Time was the quintessence of existence—Aether—the substance that held the world together. Now she appreciated the way she could sense everything—the air and the light, matter itself—tugging against the net of time. How could she have missed this? It was all so startlingly clear. The streetcar’s bell clanged out its warning again, and this time she didn’t hesitate to use her affinity to pull the seconds until they ran slow. As the world went still around her, the rumble of the streetcar died away into silence. And the Thief’s breath caught in a strangled gasp. “Esta?” the Magician asked, fear cracking his voice. “What’s wrong?” “Can’t you see it?” she asked, not bothering to hide her wonder. Before her the Brink shimmered in the light of the setting sun, its power fluctuating haphazardly in ribbons of energy. Visible. Almost solid. They were every color she had ever imagined and some she didn’t have names for. Like the colors that had flashed in the Magician’s eyes, they were beautiful. Terrible. “Come on,” she told the Magician, leading him toward the barrier. She could see the path they would take, the spaces between the coiling tendrils of power that would let them slide through untouched. They were in the middle of the swirling colors, the Magician’s hand like a vise around hers, cold and damp with his fear, when she noticed the darkness. It started at the edges of her vision, like the black spots you see after a flash of light. Nothing more than wisps at first, the darkness slowly bled into her vision like ink in water. Before, the spaces between the seconds had been easy to find and grab hold of, but now they seemed to be slipping away, the substance of them dissolving as if eaten by the same darkness filling her vision. “Run,” she said as she felt her hold on time slipping. “What?” The Magician looked over at her, his eyes now shadowed with the creeping blackness as well. She stumbled, her legs suddenly like rubber beneath her. The cold power of the Brink was sliding against her skin like a blade. Everything was going dark, and the world around her was fading into nothing. “Run!”