THE LAST MAGICIAN Scavenger Hunt: Excerpt + #Giveaway

Welcome to Week Three of THE LAST MAGICIAN Scavenger Hunt Tour.

For this final week of the hunt I have an awesome EXCERPT to share.

Be sure to note the HIGHLIGHTED WORDS for the Scavenger Hunt.

If you missed Week One’s post with other details, you can find it HERE and if you missed last week’s post you can find it HERE.

And if you’ve entered the giveaway, don’t forget to visit the other stops and collect the hunt clues for additional chances to win.

Lisa Maxwell’s THE LAST MAGICIAN releases this July. It sounds amazing. So if you’re like me and can’t wait for its release, be sure to follow along to learn more about the book and its characters..


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Author: Lisa Maxwell
Release date: July 18, 2017
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Pages: 512
Formats: Hardcover, eBook


From Unhooked author Lisa Maxwell comes a captivating new world filled with magic and deception, about a girl who must travel back in time to find a mysterious book that could save her future.

Stop the Magician.
Steal the book.
Save the future.

In modern day New York, magic is all but extinct. The remaining few who have an affinity for magic—the Mageus—live in the shadows, hiding who they are. Any Mageus who enters Manhattan becomes trapped by the Brink, a dark energy barrier that confines them to the island. Crossing it means losing their power—and often their lives.

Esta is a talented thief, and she’s been raised to steal magical artifacts from the sinister Order that created the Brink. With her innate ability to manipulate time, Esta can pilfer from the past, collecting these artifacts before the Order even realizes she’s there. And all of Esta’s training has been for one final job: traveling back to 1902 to steal an ancient book containing the secrets of the Order—and the Brink—before the Magician can destroy it and doom the Mageus to a hopeless future.

But Old New York is a dangerous world ruled by ruthless gangs and secret societies, a world where the very air crackles with magic. Nothing is as it seems, including the Magician himself. And for Esta to save her future, she may have to betray everyone in the past.


The Excerpt

“The first rule,” Viola said, drawing herself up as though the whole conversation about Tilly had never happened, “is you don’t take from our own. You work the cars or the streets north of Houston. You work the line and the banks, but you don’t dip into pockets Dolph protects. The second rule, you don’t cross any of the other bosses. Dolph works hard to keep Paul Kelly and Monk Eastman off his people. He don’t need you messing that up.”

“How will I know who’s who?”

Viola gave her an impatient scowl. “You’ll figure it out. One way or another.”

The two went a couple of blocks farther and then cut over a block to where a horse-drawn streetcar to rattle to a stop at a curb nearby. Viola opened the door at the back of the bus-shaped vehicle and directed Esta inside. After Viola placed a couple of coins into a battered metal box at the front of car, they found seats on the two narrow wooden benches along the length of the smudged windows. With the windows closed against the cold, the car smelled strongly of the tobacco spit that stained the floor and the sharp, metallic reek of motor oil.

Outside, the bright signs of the dance halls and glittering windows of cheap jewelry stores gave way to more sedate shops, each piled with canned goods and household items. Then they turned onto Canal Street, past the legendary prison built to look like an Egyptian tomb.

“Have you been with Dolph long?” Esta asked.

Viola glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. “Long enough,” she said, turning her attention back to the street passing outside the window.

“And you like working for him?” Esta tried again.

At first, Viola seemed to ignore the question, but then, just when Esta thought she wouldn’t answer, she turned. “Look. We probably not gonna be friends, you and me. I don’t need any more friends. I don’t need the chitchat the ladies make with each other over the weather or the price of meat. I work for Dolph because I want to work, and he lets me. Do I like it?” She said with a shrug. “I’m not married to some fat idiota, having his babies one after another, am I? I work hard, maybe, but I’m good at what I do. Dolph gives me that much. What else is there to like?”

“Nothing,” Esta murmured her understanding. She knew what it was to need to feel useful. If Doc hadn’t found her, she’d be like Mari was now—probably unaware of what she was, what she could do. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to never feel the deep, echoing satisfaction of a job well done. To simply be ordinary—or worse, a freak in her world, where magic was nothing more than a bedtime story. Maybe Doc had never been what anyone would call an affectionate father, but he’d given her that much.

About fifteen minutes into the jarring ride, the streetcar slowed next to a curb, and Viola gestured for Esta to get out.

“We’re at City Hall,” Esta said, recognizing the building.

Viola made a dismissive sound in her throat. “We gonna walk a little farther, and then you go on your own.”

“On my own?” Esta blinked, surprised at this pronouncement. She’d assumed Viola had been sent to watch her.

“You told Dolph you’re a good thief, no?”

“Yes…” Esta said slowly, not liking where this was going.

“The tricks you did last night don’t prove nothing. You want Dolph’s protection? Then you earn it by working the Line.” Viola pointed down the street they were walking. “It used to be good pickings down on Wall Street with all the bankers. Fat wallets. Lots of gold and jewels. Easy items to fence. But a few years back, Inspector Byrnes drew the Dead Line.

“Byrnes is gone, but the Line’s still there. Downtown, they pick up any known pickpocket on sight. Dolph loses a lot of his boys that way, but you’re new, and you say you can steal anything?” She shrugged. “So you’ll work the Dead Line. Maybe you won’t get caught.”

“And if I do?”

Viola glanced at her, indifferent. “My advice?  You don’t get caught. The Tombs isn’t a place for a girl, not even a big girl like you,” Viola said, cocking a mocking brow toward Esta.

About Lisa Maxwell

Lisa Maxwell is the author of Sweet Unrest, Gathering Deep, and Unhooked. Next up is THE LAST MAGICIAN (July 2017). When she’s not writing books, she teaches English at a local college. She lives near DC with her very patient husband and two not-so patient boys.


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