The Copper Gauntlet (Magisterium, Book 2)
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From Holly Black and Cassandra Clare comes the second installment in the New York Times bestselling series - Now in Paperback!
Callum Hunt's summer break isn't like other kids'. His closest companion is a Chaos-ridden wolf, Havoc. His father suspects him of being secretly evil. And, of course, most kids aren't heading back to the magical world of the Magisterium in the fall.
It's not easy for Call . . . and it gets even harder after he checks out his basement and discovers that his dad might be trying to destroy both him and Havoc.
Call escapes to the Magisterium - but things only intensify there. The Alkahest - copper gauntlet capable of separating certain magicians from their magic - has been stolen. And in their search to discover the culprit, Call and his friends Aaron and Tamara awaken the attention of some very dangerous foes - and get closer to an even more dangerous truth.
As the mysteries of the Magisterium deepen and widen, bestselling authors Holly Black and Cassandra Clare take readers on an extraordinary journey through one boy's conflict -- and a whole world's fate.
All his life, Call has been warned by his father to stay away from magic. Now that he's entered the Magisterium, Call's sure the school can only bring bad things. A place both sensational and sinister, the Magisterium has dark ties to his past - and a twisty path to his future. A path that will forever change everything Call thought he knew about the worlds of good and evil.
magic came from the void, came from nothing. It was creation and destruction all rolled into one, and Aaron commanded it. For a moment, even Call was a little afraid of him. The shadows congealed into the twin shapes of two chaos elementals. They were thin, sleek creatures that resembled whippets made entirely of darkness, smaller than the one in Master Joseph’s lair had been. Still, their eyes glittered with the madness of the void. Gasps went up all around the party. Tamara clutched Call’s
course, the elementals we use in exercises — but also some for defense. Ancient elementals, sleeping deep in the caves, waiting.” “Waiting for what?” Call asked, wide-eyed. “For the summons to battle.” “You mean if the war starts up again,” said Aaron tonelessly, “they’ll be sent out to fight the Enemy.” Master Rufus nodded. “But how do you get them to do what you want?” Call demanded. “Why would they agree to sleep for such a long time and then be woken up just to fight?” “They are bound
by the basement, which was full of old auto parts, broken furniture, dollhouses, dolls that needed repairing, and antique tin toys that sometimes whirred to life. A bar of yellow light peeked out from under the doorway that led through to another of Alastair’s storage rooms, full of even more junk he hadn’t gotten around to fixing yet. Call gathered his courage and limped across the room, pushing the door open. It didn’t budge. His father had locked it. Call’s heart sped. There was no reason
away as if he didn’t want to look at Call. He was clutching the Alkahest to his body, wrenching himself away when Tamara tried to touch him. “Leave me with it!” he shouted. “Get yourself away from here! Take Call and the Makar with you!” Aaron had moved to stand beside the body of Constantine Madden and was staring down at it, stricken. Call limped toward him; he could imagine what Aaron was thinking: that these were the hands that had killed Verity Torres, that had slain a thousand mages. The
tickets from behind the glass. An old man was already sitting on one of the benches, hat tipped over his face like he was napping. Mosquitoes buzzed in the air as Call approached the old woman. “Um,” he said. “I need a one-way bus ticket to Arlington.” She gave him a long look, pursing coral-painted lips. “How old are you?” she asked. “Eighteen,” he told her, hoping he sounded confident. It seemed very possible that she wouldn’t believe him, but sometimes old people weren’t good at judging