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In this action-packed sequel to The Diamond Thief, trapeze-artist Remy has left the circus and her life as a jewel thief behind, but doubts that young detective Thaddeus Rec will ever truly trust her. Torn between her new life and her old, her mind is made up when Yannick, a fellow circus-performer from Remy's past, arrives in London. Remy decides it's time to go with him to France, and rejoin her best friend Claudette and the circus. But Thaddeus is sure that Yannick is up to no good. He's determined to track them down and win Remy back, even if he has to embark on a perilous journey by airship to do so.

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Publié par	Capstone Global Library
Date de parution	28 janvier 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781782024569
Langue	English

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On The Diamond Thief
‘Like a child stepping into a circus tent for the first time, the book grabs you and entertains you from beginning to end there is absolutely nothing stopping these books becoming little steampunk classics in their own right.’ The Travelling Librarian
‘Gosling is gifted in her world-building. Reminiscent of Sherlock Holmes the book is full of intrigue.’ The Book Bee
‘I flew through this book as Gosling uses her skill with prose and plot to quickly pull in the reader, and I revelled in the multiple plot twists It is a thoroughly enjoyable adventure story with a pair of completely likeable protagonists, who you will find yourself rooting for almost from the very first page.’ Spreading UKYA
‘Curious Fox couldn’t have chosen a more exciting or involving adventure story the story is so engrossing, the action scenes so varied and full of drama.’ Books for Keeps
‘A truly entertaining book that captured both my heart and imagination and I for one cannot wait to read more books by Sharon Gosling.’ Book Angel Booktopia

Contents Cover Reviews Title Page Chapter One A New Jewel Chapter Two Unpleasant Duties Chapter Three An Old Friend Chapter Four New Trouble Chapter Five Catching Up Chapter Six An Impossible Case Chapter Seven Dark Deeds Chapter Eight Flight from London Chapter Nine A Rude Awakening Chapter Ten An Unexpected Departure Chapter Eleven Suspicions Chapter Twelve In Pursuit Chapter Thirteen Home Truths Chapter Fourteen Terror in the Air Chapter Fifteen Reconciliation Chapter Sixteen New Friends Chapter Seventeen Real Magic Chapter Eighteen Troubling News Chapter Nineteen More Questions Chapter Twenty Southwards Chapter Twenty One Swift Progress Chapter Twenty Two Regrets Chapter Twenty Three Repairs Chapter Twenty Four The Homecoming Chapter Twenty Five Terror in the Forest Chapter Twenty Six Reunion Chapter Twenty Seven A Plan Chapter Twenty Eight Into the Unknown Chapter Twenty Nine The Devil’s Lair Chapter Thirty The Comtesse’s Return Chapter Thirty One In an Ivory Tower Chapter Thirty Two Escape Chapter Thirty Three Fire and Brimstone Chapter Thirty Four One Last Chance Chapter Thirty Five Thaddeus Chapter Thirty Six Amélie Chapter Thirty Seven Metal Men Chapter Thirty Eight A Chink of Light Chapter Thirty Nine Achilles’ Heel Chapter Forty Consumed Chapter Forty One Out of the Mountain Chapter Forty Two Yannick’s Remorse Chapter Forty Three Friends in Need Chapter Forty Four A Pause for Breath Chapter Forty Five An Impossible Parting About the Author Read More Copyright Back Cover

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One
A New Jewel
It was late, or - depending on your point of view - perhaps very early. Outside the theatre, the streets of Shoreditch were cast in deep shadow. Rémy slipped out of the Albert Saloon’s stage door and stopped for a moment, looking up. The moon was curved and yellow, like a hard heel of cheese discarded against the tablecloth of the London sky. From somewhere close by came a rattling clatter, followed by the unholy racket of two alley cats doing battle.
Rémy loved this time of night. She liked it in any town or village, but when she walked the streets of London after midnight it felt as if she were seeing a different world. It was a fairy-tale world: magical, but as cruel as it was enchanting. London by night was a reflection of itself. The people living in it were different, as dark as their surroundings. Rémy enjoyed the danger of walking among them, seen but untouched. She had been one of them once, plotting dark deeds by the light of only a candle and the meagre moon. But that had been before. Now, she was free, as long as she was careful as long as certain parts of the law didn’t find her.
She set off for Limehouse Basin, still energised by her recent performance. Less than twenty minutes ago, Rémy had been on the stage. It was Saturday: payday. The coins jangled in the pocket of Rémy’s heavy cloak. She was heading home, back to the Professor’s old workshop.
They’d been there three months now, she and J. After all, it seemed a pity to let the old place go to rack and ruin when they were both homeless. Rémy had taken over the Professor’s private study as her bedroom, and J - on the rare occasion that the boy slept - had the use of a small anteroom off the main floor. So she hadn’t been alone since the circus had left London, even if a certain young policeman’s visits had become less frequent than she might have once hoped.
She quickened her step, replacing thoughts of Thaddeus Rec with thoughts of food and hoping that J had left her something on the stove. Ahead of her, a carriage rattled along the narrow road before turning a corner, disappearing through the tame halo of light thrown down by a gas lamp. In her head, Rémy tried to rehearse the new routine she’d been formulating for the past week or so. The problem with being a permanent fixture at a theatre instead of in a touring circus was thinking up enough new tricks to keep the audiences coming back.
A piercing shriek shattered the gloom. There came another and then another. It wasn’t cats this time, it was something even more chilling. There were shouts, men’s voices overlaid by the whinnying of terrified horses, and a series of sharp bangs that sounded like someone hammering against wood with a fist or foot. Then more screams, echoing through the gaslight, shivering along the road towards her like ghosts.
Rémy ran to the corner of the street. The unlit road beyond was very dark, cast in such blackness that it was almost impossible to see what was happening. Quickly, Rémy reached into a pocket and pulled out the night-glasses she’d borrowed from J and slipped them on. The world immediately took on a faint green tinge, but at least she was no longer blind. The carriage that had passed Rémy a few moments before stood in the middle of the road at a skewed angle. The petrified horses reared between the shafts, screaming as only a scared animal can. Rémy looked for the driver, and spotted a figure lying slumped and still against the kerb. Two men were hammering at the door of the carriage, their voices menacingly loud in the dark.
“Open up, lady!”
“No need to fear us - all we want are those lovely sparklers.”
“Tha’s right. Hand ’em over, and you’ll be right as rain. Make it difficult, and we’ll ”
Rémy looked around, but the streets were deserted. More screams came from inside the carriage as the two ruffians began to rock it on its thin wheels. The horses were going crazy, and Rémy couldn’t understand why they hadn’t bolted. Then she saw the scrawny boy standing bravely between them, holding on to their reins as if his life depended on it, which it probably did. She strained to hear any other male voices, but there were none. The woman - and there was only one, she thought - must be travelling alone. That was unusual, not to mention dangerous, especially at this time and in this part of the city.
Rémy bit her lip. How did she get herself into these situations? She slipped off her cloak. Beneath it, she was dressed in her everyday clothes, which were not the sort the folk of London were used to seeing on a young woman. She wore a black corset with a loose black shirt underneath, open at the neck. Around her waist was a wide leather utility belt that had a place for everything from her lock-picks to her night-glasses. Rémy’s agile legs were clad in black breeches, tucked into long black leather boots. Her dark hair was still up from being on the wire, twisted into a coil and pinned neatly against the back of her head. Rémy also hadn’t removed her stage mask, the iridescent black bird that she had taken to painting over her eyes, nose and lips to disguise her face. On the wire, it was spellbinding - on the dark streets of night-London, it was fearsome.
She ran out of the shadows and into the street. Surprise was the best tactic - if she could take one of them out before the other realised it, they’d be one-to-one before the fight even began. A few yards before she reached the melee, Rémy pirouetted, launching herself into the air in a quick spin and kicking out at the back of the first man’s right leg. He crumpled like a sack of potatoes as her toes connected, his knees hitting the slabs below so hard that he screeched in pain. Rémy was already deep into another turn, yanking herself around so fast that the street became a blur. This blow was aimed higher, and by the time her free foot landed back on solid ground, the man was out cold, sprawled headlong over the filth of the broken cobbles.
The second man had realised what was happening just as his companion lost consciousness. He lunged at her. Rémy sprang sideways and then, in two nimble leaps, was on top of the carriage, eliciting another series of screams from the woman inside. The lumbering brute tried to reach her, but Rémy sidestepped and brought the heel of her boot down on his fingers. He yelled, jerking backwards and almost stumbling over the inert figure of his colleague.
Rémy leapt again, head-height to the scoundrel as she sailed out of the dark, her knee cracking into his chin and then, once she’d landed, her third spin-and-kick levelled at his crotch. He folded in half like a cheap penknife, winded and cursing. She stood in front of him and lifted one foot to push against his shoulder. He slumped to the ground.
The horses bolted, let loose as the boy who’d been holding them scarpered. The animals lurched along the street, no longer in step with each other and completely without regard for the carriage harnessed behind them. The screams fro