Lord Sunday (The Keys to the Kingdom, Book 7)
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The fantastic conclusion to Garth Nix's NEW YORK TIMES bestselling series!
Seven days. Seven keys. Seven virtues. Seven sins.
In this thrilling conclusion to Garth Nix's Keys to the Kingdom series, Arthur Penhaligon must complete his quest to save the Kingdom he is heir to...and Arthur's world.
for herself, and a Horde staff officer’s blue tunic with chain mail epaulets and a curious hat called a shako for Giac, who adopted both with enthusiasm. The elevator in Sir Thursday’s study had been expanded to its maximum size, about a hundred feet wide and a hundred and twenty feet long, with a tall arched ceiling some sixteen feet high. Even before Dusk and Suzy and their troops arrived, it was packed with the rearguard, including a dozen Not-Horses, a wagon loaded with Nothing-powder, and
There was nothing she could do about that anyway, and with any luck she’d soon be home and could hope everything would go back to normal. As if that’s going to happen, thought Leaf, but she repressed that thought too, and returned to figuring out methods of losing the sword and the office that went with it. Getting Arthur’s help, or the assistance of Dr. Scamandros, would be the best bet. If she went to one of the exits into the Great Maze— Leaf’s train of thought derailed as she focused on the
doing. “I have tried to simply tend my garden,” said Lord Sunday. “That is all I have ever wanted. That is why I did not follow the Architect’s instructions, and why I allowed the Will to be broken.” “But you’re the Architect’s son!” “Yes,” replied Lord Sunday, “but not as a mortal would understand it. It is true I am an offshoot of both the Architect and the Old One. In any case, a very, very long time ago we…disagreed, culminating in the Architect’s imprisonment of the Old One. The Piper
metal legs and jumped clear, joining its brethren in the dark recesses under the furniture. “I have been tolerably well,” said Dr. Scamandros, but the moving tattoos on his face told another story, with small furry animals sticking their heads into piles of sand while others covered themselves under piles of small rocks. “Given the circumstances.” “This ‘ere’s Colonel Giac, my aide,” said Suzy. “He’s a sorcerer too.” “Ah, I was a Sorcerous Supernumerary,” said Giac carefully. Dr. Scamandros
stopped her. “Careful,” he whispered. “It may be a trick. Perhaps even a Cocigrue of Leaf. Allow me to check.” The sorcerer rummaged in his pockets and pulled out his gold wire-framed spectacles, putting them on so that they sat on his forehead, above his eyes. “Oh, I remember,” said Giac. He sounded surprised at himself. “Inward seeing.” “Exactly, my dear colleague,” replied Dr. Scamandros. He carefully stepped up onto the lower bar and peered through the window. “Hmmm…” he said. “The large