Jonathan Auxier

"We save ourselves by saving others." It's been five years since the Sweep disappeared. Orphaned and alone, Nan Sparrow had no other choice but to work for a ruthless chimney sweep named Wilkie Crudd. She spends her days sweeping out chimneys. The job is dangerous and thankless, but with her wits and will, Nan has managed to beat the deadly odds time and time again. When Nan gets stuck in a chimney fire, she fears the end has come. Instead, she wakes...

The transporting first volume in the Vanished Kingdom fantasy series—a swashbuckling adventure with unforgettable characters, from Jonathan Auxier, the New York Times bestselling and award-winning author of The Night Gardener and Sweep

Peter Nimble and His Fantastic Eyes is the utterly beguiling tale of a ten-year-old blind orphan who has been schooled in a life of thievery.

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Working in separate worlds to stop the awakening Wyrm, Conor, Abeke, Meilin, and Rollan find support in a strange group of allies but will have to work quickly to locate an ancient trap that could bring about the end of the war.

As an employee in the Fabled Stables, young Auggie must protect all fantastical creatures, even the irritatingly talkative furry tails that have attached themselves to the human residents of Rainbow's End.

The War of the Maps is a breathtaking fantasy in the vein of His Dark Materials and The Last Battle that dares to give new answers to age-old questions--inviting readers of all ages to sail beyond the edges of the map into a world of magic, myth, and boundless adventure. Since time before time, two opposing forces have been locked in an endless battle: It is the war between magic and reason--between what if and what is. And the victor will not just...

Raised to be a thief, blind orphan Peter Nimble, age ten, steals from a mysterious stranger three pairs of magical eyes, that lead him to a hidden island where he must decide to become a hero or resume his life of crime.

«Za kyslymy lisamy, u samiĭ hushchavyni stoïtʹ mai͡etok Vindzoriv. Uz͡he bahato rokiv nikhto ne navaz͡hui͡etʹsi͡a tudy zaïz͡hdz͡haty. Mist͡sevi obkhodi͡atʹ t͡seĭ budynok desi͡atoi͡u dorohoi͡u, a vsi͡akomu, khto zapytai͡e dorohu do nʹoho, kaz͡hutʹ, shcho zvidty nemai͡e vorotti͡a. Ale Molli ta Kipu -- diti͡am, i͡aki zalyshylysi͡a sami-samisinʹki na t͡sʹomu sviti, -- i͡aknaĭshvydshe potriben prytulok i trokhy ïz͡hi....