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From the New York Times bestselling author of The Night Gardener, 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. One fateful afternoon, he steals a box from a mysterious traveling haberdashera box that contains three pairs of magical eyes. When he tries the first pair, he is instantly transported to a hidden island where he is presented with a special quest: to travel to the dangerous Vanished Kingdom and rescue a people in need. Along with his loyal sidekicka knight who has been turned into an unfortunate combination of horse and catand the magic eyes, he embarks on an unforgettable, swashbuckling adventure to discover his true destiny. Be sure to read the companion book, Sophie Quire and the Last Storyguard. Praise for Peter Nimble and His Fantastic Eyes';Auxier has a juggler's dexterity with prose that makes this fantastical tale quicken the senses.' Kirkus Reviews

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Publié par	ABRAMS BOOKS
Date de parution	01 décembre 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781613121580
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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PUBLISHER S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Auxier, Jonathan. Peter Nimble and His Fantastic Eyes : A Story / By Jonathan Auxier. p. cm.
Summary: 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.
ISBN 978-1-4197-0025-5 (alk. paper) [1. Magic-Fiction. 2. Eyes-Fiction. 3. Robbers and outlaws-Fiction. 4. Blind-Fiction. 5. Orphans-Fiction.] I. Title. PZ7.A9314PET 2011 [Fic]-DC22 2010048692
Text and chapter illustrations copyright 2011 Jonathan Auxier Title page illustrations copyright 2011 Gilbert Ford Book design by Chad W. Beckerman
The text in the printed version of this book is set in 12.5-point FF Atma Serif.
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PART ONE GOLD
C HAPTER O NE PETER NIMBLE S FIRST TEN YEARS
C HAPTER T WO THE HABERDASHER S MYSTERIOUS BOX
C HAPTER T HREE PETER versus the MUMBLETY-PEG GANG
C HAPTER F OUR SIR TODE and the FAMILIAR VOICE
C HAPTER F IVE THE TROUBLESOME LAKE of PROFESSOR CAKE
C HAPTER S IX THE VANISHED KINGDOM
C HAPTER S EVEN THE GENTLE WIND, and WHERE IT TOOK THEM
C HAPTER E IGHT TRAPPED in the JUST DESERTS
C HAPTER N INE POOR OLD SCABBS
C HAPTER T EN A BREEZE over the HILL
C HAPTER E LEVEN THE RAVENS of KETTLE ROCK
C HAPTER T WELVE A DEN of THIEVES
C HAPTER T HIRTEEN PETER NIMBLE NICKS the NEST
PART TWO ONYX
C HAPTER F OURTEEN THE PERFECT PALACE
C HAPTER F IFTEEN A CHAT with PICKLE
C HAPTER S IXTEEN THE NIGHT PATROL
C HAPTER S EVENTEEN SIMON and the MISSING ONES
C HAPTER E IGHTEEN AN UNLIKELY HERO
C HAPTER N INETEEN THE CURSED BIRTHDAY
C HAPTER T WENTY THE KING S ADDRESS
C HAPTER T WENTY-ONE LILLIAN
C HAPTER T WENTY-TWO THE CLOCKWORK BEAST
C HAPTER T WENTY-THREE THE MUTT S NOGGIN
PART THREE EMERALD
C HAPTER T WENTY-FOUR THE RETURN of NONAME
C HAPTER T WENTY-FIVE THE ROOT of the PROBLEM
C HAPTER T WENTY-SIX FISHING for a FRIEND
C HAPTER T WENTY-SEVEN THE WINDS of WAR
C HAPTER T WENTY-EIGHT PEG S BREAKTHROUGH
C HAPTER T WENTY-NINE THE GREAT FLOOD
C HAPTER T HIRTY THE BACK-STABBER S BLIGHT
C HAPTER T HIRTY-ONE THE BLESSED REUNION

ow , for those of you who know anything about blind children, you are aware that they make the very best thieves. As you can well imagine, blind children have incredible senses of smell, and they can tell what lies behind a locked door-be it fine cloth, gold, or peanut brittle-at fifty paces. Moreover, their fingers are small enough to slip right through keyholes, and their ears keen enough to detect the faintest clicks and clacks of every moving part inside even the most complicated lock. Of course, the age of great thievery has long since passed; today there are few child-thieves left, blind or otherwise. At one time, however, the world was simply thick with them. This is the story of the greatest thief who ever lived. His name, as you ve probably guessed, is Peter Nimble.
As with most infants, Peter came into this world with no name at all. One morning, a group of drunken but good-hearted sailors spotted him bobbing in a basket alongside their ship. Perched on the boy s head was a large raven, which had, presumably, pecked out his eyes. Disgusted, the sailors killed the bird and delivered the child to the authorities of a nearby port town.
Though the magistrates had no use for a blind infant, a local bylaw required them to at least give the boy a name. By silent show of hands, they christened him Peter Nimble, after a misremembered nursery rhyme. With this name and nothing else, he was sent off to make his way in the world.
For the first while, he was nursed on the milk of a wounded mother-cat, whom he met after crawling beneath the local alehouse. The cat permitted baby Peter to live with her in exchange for his picking the lice and ticks from her fur-until one tragic day some months later when the alehouse manager discovered them huddled beneath his porch. Furious at finding vermin in his establishment, the man shoved the whole family into a bag and tossed them into the bay.
Using his skillful fingers to untie the knot on that bag marked the beginning of Peter s career. Being furless and naturally buoyant, he managed to make it back to shore without too much trouble. (The cats, on the other hand, did not fare so well.)

Until this point, you have been witness to Peter s rather typical infancy-probably not unlike your own. But it was only a matter of time before he distinguished himself from the teething masses. The first hints of this appeared in Peter s uncanny gift for survival. Since he had no parents to purchase clothes and food for him, he found it necessary to take matters into his own hands.
There is an old saying about how easy it is to take candy from a baby. This saying is utterly false; anyone who has tried to take anything from a baby knows well what sort of crying, kicking, and general commotion will ensue. It is very easy, however, for babies to take things from us . Despite being blind, young Peter had no trouble sniffing out fruit stands and vegetable carts to steal from. He would toddle wherever his nose led him and innocently cut his teeth on whatever food he wanted. He soon began to pinch other necessities, such as clothes, bedding, and a bandage for his eyes. He tried stealing shoes, but found that he preferred going barefoot. By his third birthday, he was an expert in petty theft and a known menace to the vendors. More than once he had been caught in the act, only to slip away before the constable could be alerted.
One problem with a life of crime is that it lowers your chances of social advancement. Law-abiding citizens take one look at children like Peter and turn the other way-never to offer sweets, toys, or hope of adoption. In providing for himself, our boy had all but guaranteed that he would grow up parentless and alone.
All that changed, however, when he met an enterprising fellow named Mr. Seamus.
Mr. Seamus was a tall, wiry man with meaty hands and an enormous head. Because of his clumsy touch, he had been unable to live out his dream of becoming a cat burglar. Instead, Mr. Seamus had taken a career as a beggarmonger. A beggarmonger, as you might imagine, is someone who deals in beggars. The man had built up a business of adopting orphans, maiming them good and proper, and then sending them out into the streets to beg for coins. Any child who dared come home empty-handed was throttled and sold to the workhouse. All told, Mr. Seamus had probably gone through about thirty orphans in his career.
Peter was five years old when the beggarmonger first spied him beside a fruit stand in the market. Hullo, boy! Mr. Seamus said upon his approach. What s your name?
They call me Blind Pete, sir, the small boy said, still too young to know not to talk to strangers.
Mr. Seamus leaned closer for a better look at him. It was his experience that blind children made especially successful beggars. And where are your parents? he asked.
I don t have parents, the boy answered. By now Peter s hunger was getting the best of him, and so he quickly reached a hand behind his back and stole an apple from the fruit cart.
Mr. Seamus glimpsed this action out of the corner of one eye, and it nearly took his breath away. The boy had stolen the apple not from the top of the stack, but from somewhere deep in the middle , leaving the outside completely untouched. For an ordinary person, such a feat would be impossible, but for this filthy child it was second nature. Mr. Seamus knew at once that he was standing before a very gifted thief.
The man leaned closer, eyeing the boy s delicate fingers. Well, Pete, he said in his sweetest voice. My name s Mr. Seamus, and I m ruddy glad we met. You see, I m a great, important businessman, but I ve got no son to share my riches with. Mr. Seamus took the apple from Peter s small hands, biting into it as he spoke. How would you like, he bit again, to become my business partner? You could live with me in my mansion, eat my food, and play with my dog, Killer.
What kind of dog is it? Peter asked, hoping very much it was big enough for him to ride.
It s a Siamese , Mr. Seamus said, after thinking a moment.
Are Siamese big?
The biggest. I suppose he could swallow you whole if he wanted. Mr. Seamus tossed the apple core into his mouth and swallowed it whole. Now, what do you say, boy?

There was no mansion. There were no riches, servants, or feasts. Killer was real enough, but he was missing a leg and quite old-and like most old things, he hated children. Instead of giving Peter rides, he spent most of his time limping, growling, and lapping the drip off his disgusting snout.
Mr. Seamus gave up beggarmongering and never looked back. He sold off his other orphans and devoted himself entirely to Peter s education in thievery. For the first year, he locked all the boy s meals inside an old sea ches