Publish :  2010

Pages :  251

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Worlds Unseen

Book 1 of the Seventh World Trilogy

By    Rachel Starr Thomson

Maggie Sheffield's life has been haunted by seemingly disconnected tragedies, pieces that form a puzzle she doesn't understand. Her confusion about the past mirrors that of her whole world: they've been taught that the empire saved them from destruction, but then why does the empire seem bent on enslaving its own people? They've been taught that stories of an ancient war, a terrifying enemy, and a majestic king are all myths--but then why are those who try to learn more about them sabotaged or killed?When a dying friend shows up at Maggie's island home bearing proof that the "myths" are not myths at all, but reality--and that the enemy of the ancient days is coming back, and their only hope of stopping him is in finding the King --Maggie agrees to carry the proof to a scholar on the continent who may be able to help her piece together the truth about her world and the secrets of her own past. Chased by shadow creatures bent on destroying them and reclaiming the proof they carry, Maggie, the Gypsy Nicolas Fisher, and the blind seer Virgina Ramsey journey toward truth, destiny, and revelations that will change their lives forever.Worlds Unseen is the first book in the Seventh World Trilogy.

, would have been in the alley by now, forcing a full confession from whoever was skulking in the shadows. Pity the fellow caught by her fierce questions. But Maggie was not Pat, and Pat was far away in Cryneth. She kept walking. "Maggie Sheffield?" It was a trembling voice, old, and strangely familiar. It was deep with illness. Maggie turned slowly to see a small, hunched old man step out from the shadows. He stood silhouetted against the fence, and Maggie could not see his face or his features. He stretched out a hand toward her. It was shaking. "Maggie?" he asked again. He took a step forward and Maggie realized that he was about to fall. She dropped the leafy twigs in her hand and rushed forward, grabbing the old man's arm to steady him. He looked up at her with weary, gray eyes. "Thank ye, Maggie," he said. She knew who he was. The relief of recognition flooded her. Those gray eyes had regarded her kindly when she was a child in the Orphan House, and once they had watch