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A snarky, irreverent tale of secret magic in the modern world, the first solo standalone novel in two decades from Steven Brust, the New York Times bestselling author of the Vlad Taltos series “Delightful, exciting, and sometimes brilliant.” —Neil Gaiman on Steven Brust Donovan was shot by a cop. For jaywalking, supposedly. Actually, for arguing with a cop while black. Four of the nine shots were lethal—or would have been, if their target had been anybody else. The Foundation picked him up, brought him back, and trained him further. “Lethal” turns out to be a relative term when magic is involved. When Marci was fifteen, she levitated a paperweight and threw it at a guy she didn’t like. The Foundation scooped her up for training too. “Hippie chick” Susan got well into her Foundation training before they told her about the magic, but she’s as powerful as Donovan and Marci now. They can teleport themselves thousands of miles, conjure shields that will stop bullets, and read information from the remnants of spells cast by others days before. They all work for the secretive Foundation...for minimum wage. Which is okay, because the Foundation are the good guys. Aren’t they?
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This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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Kind of odd, isn't it? I'm waiting for my chance to kill a complete stranger, and to kill him in an ugly and gruesome way, so I fill in the time by checking out local architecture and museums. How did I become this person? Well, put that way, it was simple: Some son of a bitch had destroyed my life, and he just didn't give a shit. To him, I'd been another chance to climb a ladder, add zeroes to his bank account, have more people calling him sir. To him, that's what mattered. Maybe there really is no satisfaction in revenge, but I can tell you one thing for sure: There's no satisfaction in letting someone get away with ruining your life, either.
And the Museum of Science and Industry is as good as the hype, so there's that.
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