Museum of Thieves (The Keepers)
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Welcome to the tyrannical city of Jewel, where impatience is a sin and boldness is a crime.
Goldie Roth has lived in Jewel all her life. Like every child in the city, she wears a silver guardchain and is forced to obey the dreaded Blessed Guardians. She has never done anything by herself and won’t be allowed out on the streets unchained until Separation Day.
When Separation Day is canceled, Goldie, who has always been both impatient and bold, runs away, risking not only her own life but also the lives of those she has left behind. In the chaos that follows, she is lured to the mysterious Museum of Dunt, where she meets the boy Toadspit and discovers terrible secrets. Only the cunning mind of a thief can understand the museum’s strange, shifting rooms. Fortunately, Goldie has a talent for thieving.
Which is just as well, because the leader of the Blessed Guardians has his own plans for the museum—plans that threaten the lives of everyone Goldie loves. And it will take a daring thief to stop him. . . .
Museum of Thieves is a thrilling tale of destiny and danger, and of a courageous girl who has never been allowed to grow up—until now.
The Grand Protector would be sooo disappointed.” She set off across the Plaza of the Forlorn, with Goldie stumbling beside her. Clank clank clank. The other children tagged along behind Guardian Comfort, their guardchains attached to his leather belt. Everyone they passed stared at Goldie, then quickly looked away again, as if she was diseased. People were used to seeing children chained, of course. Every child in the city of Jewel wore a silver guardchain on their left wrist from the moment
looking for the kitchen where she had eaten supper the night before. It was not where she remembered it being. At first she thought she must have taken a wrong turning, so she retraced her steps to where she had slept, and started again. But she ended up back at the same blank wall. She ran her hand over the chipped plaster. It was here last night. I’m sure it was. She turned in a circle, feeling like an idiot. To her left was the way she had come. To her right was a gloomy corridor that she
still her whole body went cold and weak, and she had to lean against one of the rocks or she might have fallen. “I thought I might be able to get a message to them,” continued Sinew. “I’ve done it before. But my contacts are lying low. The bombing has scared everyone.” Goldie hardly heard him. “I have to do something,” she whispered. “Maybe I should go back.” “Do not be foolish, child,” said Olga Ciavolga. “It benefits no one if you are also taken. You must be patient.” She turned back to
marshal seemed to keep his head. His hand shook, but he raised his rifle. Goldie saw his finger tighten on the trigger. “No!” shouted Sinew, and he threw himself at the lieutenant marshal. The gun went off. The bullet flew harmlessly past Broo’s ear. The sound of the shot seemed to bring the other militiamen to their senses. They raised their guns. But before they could take aim, Broo was upon them, his great teeth snapping. He mowed the militiamen down like grass. They screamed and tumbled
Slipped it into a pocket. Closed its fingers over the kerchief— There was a sudden yell, and the crowd surged sideways. The man in front of Goldie cannoned backward, straight into her. Her fingers lost their grip on the kerchief, and her hand flew out of the soldier’s pocket. She stumbled, and fell. She was on her feet again almost immediately. I am nothing! I am a shadow! But it was too late. They had seen her. Before she knew what was happening, she was surrounded by a crowd of huge,