The Electrical Menagerie by Mollie E. Reeder

The Electrical Menagerie

The Electrical Menagerie by Mollie E. Reeder (The Celestial Isles, #1)
English | 2018 | Sci /Fi | ePUB | 3.9 Mb

The Electrical Menagerie: The Electrical Menagerie, one-of-a-kind robotic roadshow, is bankrupt.

Sylvester Carthage, illusionist and engineer, has the eccentric imagination the Menagerie needs to succeed creatively — but none of the people skills. Fast-talking Arbrook Huxley, meanwhile, has all the savvy the Menagerie needs to succeed commercially — but none of the scruples.

To save their show, Carthage & Huxley risk everything in a royal talent competition, vying for the once-in-a-lifetime chance to perform for the Future Celestial Queen. In this stardust-and-spark-powered empire of floating islands and flying trains, The Electrical Menagerie’s bid at fame and fortune means weathering the glamorous and cutthroat world of critics, high society, and rival magicians — but with real conspiracy lurking beneath tabloid controversy, there’s more at stake in this contest than the prize.

Behind the glittery haze of flash paper and mirrors, every competitor has something to hide… and it’s the lies Carthage & Huxley tell each other that may cost them everything.

“He looked for his chair, but she’d pushed it to the other side of the room. Sitting up, he put his legs over the edge of the bed and reached for the crutches at his bedside.

Grasping the crutches with feeble fingers, he eased off the bed until his bare feet touched the wood below. It was a relief to feel anything in his feet and legs, even the cold flatness of the floor. There were days when he couldn’t. He steeled himself with a sharp breath, then leaned forward, drawing himself out of bed and onto the crutches.

Halfway to the bookcase, he gritted his teeth to suppress a cry of frustration as his leg twisted up beneath him. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, the angry kind, which were the only kind he knew how to cry anymore. His doctor said that if he stayed indoors, he might get better. But with every day spent behind the window, outgrowing the room more by the minute, he felt worse — and not just in his legs.

He meant what he said. He desperately wanted to see that palace on Celestia, and its room full of swords — but it was so far away, so far beyond his small world. Even this gap between the bookcase and bed was an impossible distance.

He looked toward the wall, to the animal menagerie painted in silhouette. “

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