Thor's Serpents


By K. L. Armstrong

By Melissa Marr

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For fans of Percy Jackson and the Olympians, the thrilling conclusion to The Blackwell Pages, written by New York Times bestselling YA authors, K.L. Armstrong and M.A. Marr.

Thirteen-year-olds Matt, Laurie, and Fen have beaten near-impossible odds to assemble their fellow descendants of the Norse Gods and complete epic quests. Their biggest challenge lies ahead: battling the fierce monsters working to bring about the apocalypse.

But when they learn that Matt must fight the Midgard Serpent alone and Fen and Laurie are pulled in other directions, the friends realize they can’t take every step of this journey together. Matt, Laurie, and Fen will each have to fight their own battles to survive, to be true to themselves, and to one another – with nothing less than the fate of the world hanging in the balance.


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It was hard for Matt to pretend he didn't know two wolves had followed them from the campsite. Reyna seemed to have no such problem. Maybe she thought he was imagining the Raider Scouts. More likely she just wasn't about to let something as inconsequential as imminent death distract her from detailing every mistake he'd made yesterday, fighting the Viking zombie warriors known as the draugr.

"And then, when you made it to the king's throne, I noted a few tactical errors."

"I'm sure you did."

"I'm just trying to help you improve. You do want to improve, don't you?" She smiled when she said it, not bothering to pretend she didn't enjoy needling him.

"I have a suggestion for the next battle," he said. "You could join me on the front lines."

"I'm the descendant of Freya. Unlike Thor's champion, I'm not supposed to be on the front line." She moved aside a branch. "However, I could be persuaded to join you, if I had a proper weapon. I'd like a sword. The draugr king's looked good."

He shook his head and cast a sidelong glance into the surrounding forest, trying to catch a glimpse of the wolves. After the draugr fight, where Matt had recovered Mjölnir—Thor's legendary hammer—he'd retreated to the forest with the other descendants of the North: Reyna and her twin brother, Ray, along with Laurie, Fen, Baldwin, and Owen. There, they planned to regroup before their next mission, but after the adrenaline-pumping fight, no one really wanted to rest. Fen had wandered off first. Matt had gone next, with Reyna following him.

Matt hadn't planned to walk far, but after about twenty paces, he'd realized two of the Raider Scouts—wulfenkind—were following them, so he was leading them away from the others.

"We could take them hostage," Reyna said. "Question them."

He mouthed, They're wolves, and she shrugged, as if to say So? While he'd agree it would be great to question Raiders, he wasn't sure he should risk it when they had fangs and claws. Also…

"Questioning means getting them talking," he said. "That could be tough if they're in wolf form."

"Oh, I could make them talk."

He shook his head. He was getting used to Reyna. She wasn't what he'd expected—in a lot of ways. He'd figured the descendant of Freya would be, well, more… blond. Reyna's hair was blond, but she'd just dyed it black. When he'd first met her, she had her nails colored black, too, and had worn makeup in the same harsh shade. By now the makeup was gone, the nail polish was chipping off, and she'd traded in her black clothes for faded jeans and a T-shirt advertising some band he'd never heard of.

The wolves seemed content to follow, but Matt knew better. He might not be much of a football player—boxing and wrestling were more his thing—but a guy couldn't grow up in Blackwell without playing the game. These two were flanking him. Waiting for him to fumble the ball, so they could swoop in.

The question was: what was the ball? He had his shield, which he'd taken back from the Raiders. He had his amulet, too, but its "Hammer power" only worked for a descendant of Thor. They could take the amulet, but it wasn't unique and he could easily get another. The bigger prize, of course, was Mjölnir, but even the draugr king had barely been able to lift that.

The wulfenkind might want Reyna. If that was the case, though, he'd be tempted to hand her over because they'd discover their mistake soon enough—she'd probably drag them back, slung over her shoulder like a brace of wild turkeys.

Taking Matt out of the game would be more useful, since Freya didn't play a major role at Ragnarök, the Norse apocalypse. But while the Raiders might have the advantage of wolf forms, Reyna had magic and he had both Mjölnir and his amulet's power. So how did they expect to capture—?

Matt stopped short. Reyna kept going, still talking, for a few feet before she realized he wasn't beside her. She stopped and mouthed, What's wrong?

"I just remembered there's a stream with a waterfall. I wanted to take a closer look. I think it's over here…"

He began walking left. Reyna apparently trusted he didn't really want to check out a waterfall and fell in step beside him. Ahead, he could make out the wolves' brown fur through the bushes. They regrouped, ready to block his path.

"They were herding us," Reyna whispered.

He nodded. The Raiders must be camped along the path they'd been walking. As long as he and Reyna had kept going that way, the wolves had been happy to follow in the shadows. Now that Matt veered off the route, they'd strike and drive them to their camp.

"Showtime?" Reyna asked. When he hesitated, she whispered, "Don't worry. I'll help you."

"That's not—" He caught her teasing grin and shook his head. "I'm not sure it's safe."

"It never is. So…?"

As Thor's champion, Matt was the group leader, which was way more responsibility than he liked. It also meant he couldn't afford unnecessary risks. But his only alternative was to lead them back to the others, which he'd never do.

They could use a hostage.…

"Okay," he said. "Follow my lead."

"Yes, sir."

Onward it was, then. Play dumb and wait for the attack.

"If you want a logistical problem to solve," he said to Reyna, "figure out how I'm supposed to carry this hammer around."

"That's boring. I like battle strategy better."

"All the strategy in the world won't help if I strain my wrist carrying this thing."

"Whine, whine. You've got a magical hammer, a magical necklace, a magical shield, magical battle-goats… and now you want a magical hammer holder, too? You're so spoiled. You know what—"

She swung around midsentence, her hands going out, lips moving in a spell.

Matt lunged at the charging wolf. Reyna hit it with a jet of fog, which startled the first wolf, and it fell back, leaving Matt with the second, still barreling toward him.

Matt swung Mjölnir. Then he realized he was aiming a solid metal hammer at a kid's head. Yes, it was a Raider, but that didn't change the fact this "wolf" wasn't a draugr or a troll or any other kind of Norse monster. One blow to the skull with Mjölnir, and this kid-in-wolf's-clothing would be dead.

Matt couldn't stop the swing. The momentum was too much. All he could do was divert the strike. It still hit the wolf in the front leg, and there was a sickening crack as the bone broke.

The wolf yowled in agony and collapsed onto its side. Matt wheeled on the other one, now recovered from the surprise of the fog blast and racing toward him. He quickly switched Mjölnir to his left hand, but that threw his balance off too much for a good punch. He launched his other Hammer instead—the invisible blow from his amulet.

There was a flash of light and a boom, announcing the invisible punch, but it came too late for the wolf to veer off course. The Hammer blow knocked the beast backward into a tree. Matt ran to tackle it, but Reyna was closer and leaped in first. She knocked the wolf down and then pinned it in a choke hold.

"Umm…" Matt began.

"Did I mention I know self-defense? Aikido and karate. When your dad owns a casino, you need to know how to take care of yourself. You aren't the only fighter in this little god-gang, Matt."

"Okay, but what I was going to say is that you're using a hold meant for a person. That's not a—"

The wolf bucked and slipped right out of her grasp. The beast twisted around, snapping. Matt managed to yank her away in time. Then he jumped the wolf… as the one behind them began yowling in fresh pain.

No, not yowling. It was howling.

Wolf. Howl. That was how they communicated with pack members.…

Matt leaped up, cursing. Reyna looked as shocked at the oath as if he'd changed into a wolf himself. He tore past her, saying "Use the fog. Confuse the other one" as he lunged for the wounded wolf. He grabbed it by the muzzle, managing to avoid inch-long fangs. He snapped the beast's jaws shut and cut off its howl midnote.

"It's calling the others," Reyna said. "I'm sorry."

Reyna cast her fog spell. When the wolf ran through it, she landed a surprisingly accurate kick to the underside of its jaw. It fell back with a yelp. Then, lost in the fog, the beast started to howl. And in the distance, other wolves replied, their howls growing closer until Matt could hear the pounding of paws.

"We need to go," he said quickly. "We can't fight them all—"

Reyna delivered one more kick to the second wolf while Matt released the injured one. They started to run. Behind them, he caught the sound of voices. Human voices. That wasn't unusual—not all Raiders changed to wolves for a fight. But what slowed Matt was one of the voices. The loudest of them. Shouting. He couldn't make out the words, but they sounded angry.

He knew that voice. Knew it in a heartbeat.

He's been captured. He's in trouble. I need to help him.

Matt turned back. The fog had cleared, and he could see a few wolves in the distance. Behind them were two figures. Hattie, one of the leaders of this pack of Raiders. And standing beside her, shouting orders at the wolves?





Fen lost his footing as he saw Thorsen stare at him in shock. Fen couldn't tell Matt that he'd fought Skull and won control of the very pack of Raiders that he and the descendants of the North had been fighting only yesterday. Fen wanted to tell Matt what had happened, to explain that he was trapped, that he wanted to walk away from the Raiders and rejoin Laurie and Matt. Unfortunately, what he wanted didn't matter anymore. Fen was bound by magic far older than any of them. He had to stay with his pack; they were as much a part of him as his lungs now.

Even more powerful than the need to stay with them was the absolute compulsion to do right by them. If he had the ability to make the pack of wulfenkind join the side he wanted to be on, his new position wouldn't be all bad, but he had to do what was in the pack's "best interest." Helping Matt stop Ragnarök and save the world would endanger all of the wulfenkind because Matt's side—which included Fen's cousin and friends—wasn't likely to win. Ragnarök was fated. Even the death of the gods hadn't stopped the prophesized battle from coming. The Raiders believed that the end of the world was better for them, and that the new world order would give them freedom and security. Since Fen was bound by magic to do what was best for his pack, Fen was stuck on the wrong side of the coming fight. He was Matt's enemy now.

Worse yet, he was his cousin Laurie's enemy.

Fen muttered a word he wouldn't have said around Laurie. He wasn't a big thinker, so figuring out how to fix the mess he was in seemed impossible. Laurie was the one who thought things out. Laurie was the one with plans. He was the one who threw himself into danger to keep her safe.

But Laurie was impossibly out of reach.

Fen's only comfort was that she wasn't alongside Matt and Reyna as they tried to vanish into the woods. Laurie wasn't there to see that Fen was leading the enemy. Yet. He snarled another word, and the girl who was now at his side laughed.

"Feeling guilty?" Hattie asked. "That will pass, you know. We will win the great battle, and you'll be glad you're with us."

"Shut it, Hattie," Fen said. He glared at her, and she ducked her head obediently instead of punching him. It was an odd feeling. Hattie was a wolf like him, second in command of this small group of Raiders until this morning. He'd spent more than a few hours nursing bruises he got when she enforced the former pack alpha's rules. Hattie was scarier than most boys he knew, and that was when she was being nice.

She stepped closer. "We can take them. Thorsen and the witch are alone."


"They're not your friends anymore. They're our enemies," she pointed out.

"I said no," he repeated.

"It's a great chance… or we can follow them to camp," she continued. She was supposed to offer him ideas. Once Skull, the pack's former leader, recovered from the fight, that would be his role, but right now, Hattie was his advisor, and she was doing her job.

The small group of Raiders who had come with him to collect the scouting party were whooping and hollering as if they had achieved something remarkable by finding Thorsen. They hadn't. All they'd done was reveal that Fen was with the Raiders—and earn one of the Raiders a broken leg.

"Pull back!" Fen ordered.

He stopped walking, and the three Raiders with him—all in human form—stopped, too. The two kids who were wolves came to stand in front of him.

"What are you thinking yelling like that? Head back to camp before you get us all captured!"

"They're running away. We could go to their camp and capture them all," Hattie argued.

"Really? There are a lot of Berserkers and more gods' representatives in that camp. There are six of us and one's injured already." He looked at them, meeting wolf and human eyes, before asking, "Who do you think would win that fight?"

All the Raiders, both humans and wolves, looked down. For a flicker of a moment, Fen wished he could tell the Raiders to pursue Thorsen and Reyna; then Fen could let them know why he was gone, why he was on the enemy's side, and maybe they'd have a plan to get him out of this mess. Unfortunately, as much as that was what Fen the person wanted, it wouldn't be in the best interests of the pack—and that was what Fen the Alpha had to do. He had to protect the pack by leading them on a path that would be best for them, not best for him.

The forest around them was silent except for the sounds of birds and small animals. There were no signs yet that the Berserkers or anyone else was coming after the Raiders. That didn't make Fen relax: he'd been with the heroes long enough to know that they could move silently. Thorsen could have already retrieved the others. They could be ready to attack at any moment.

"Move it," Fen snarled at the Raiders. "And you two"—he pointed at two of the Raiders whose names he didn't know—"carry him. He can't hop all the way back to camp on a busted leg." He gestured at Hattie. "You lead. I'll take the back."

In some ways, it was just like being with Matt and Laurie: someone had to take first and last position, the vulnerable needed help, and danger was everywhere. The difference was that the danger was now because of his friends instead of to them, and Fen had to protect those who were in his pack instead of protecting his friends. Fen huffed in frustration, but he kept his words to himself.

After the other Raiders started toward camp, Fen shot one last look in the direction that would lead to his cousin. As he walked away from the heroes' camp, he tried not to think about the look of betrayal he saw on Matt's face. He and Matt hadn't always been close, but going to Hel, escaping a river of dead people, and fighting monsters created a sort of friendship. Now they'd all hate Fen. He couldn't explain, and they'd all remember his earlier mistakes: keeping his ties to the Raiders a secret and stealing the shield and lying about it.

They'll probably believe I was a traitor all along.

Fen really didn't want the world to end, but he wasn't sure if Matt and the others would believe that now. They'd already discovered that some of the myths seemed impossible to avoid. In the myths, Loki led the enemy. He was the one who freed monsters and brought them into battle against the gods. Since this whole crazy descendants-of-dead-gods business had started, Fen had feared turning evil because he was the representative of Loki.

When he'd found out that Laurie was the god's champion instead of him, Fen had been relieved and disappointed. He figured he would go into the upcoming battle to help the real Loki's champion and keep Thor's champion safer. He'd thought he would fight at Laurie's and Matt's side, but now… now he was confused.

Loki's champion was fighting on the side of good, where Fen wanted to be, and he was tricked and trapped on the other side. Was it because the myths said Loki led the monsters and Loki's real representative wasn't going to do that? Were there two champions, one for each side? Or was Fen just supremely unlucky? Trying to figure out the line between what could and couldn't be changed from the old myths was the sort of thing that he counted on Laurie and Matt to explain.

He led the Raiders to their camp, still thinking about everything that had changed literally overnight and how much he'd lost as a result.

"He was right there," one of the Raiders said as he transformed into human shape. "We had a chance, and the boss said—"

"Exactly. I'm the boss now," Fen growled at the boy. "And any advantage we had to my being here was lost when they saw me."

"You're our alpha, but you're not the big boss," a girl interjected in a strong voice.

Fen took a calming breath. "Right. Mayor Thorsen gives us orders. A Thorsen is telling Brekkes what to do, and no one has an issue with that?"

"You didn't have a problem with obeying a Thorsen until right now." Hattie folded her arms and glared at him.

"Yeah, well, that Thorsen wasn't suggesting that we end the world, so I think my choice made a bit more sense. Matt wants to do the right thing, to save the world, and his grandfather.…" Fen tried to sound calm, but he was failing. "Look, I don't see how ending the world is such a great idea."

"And I don't see why you're even here," Hattie muttered.

"I'd be happy to go," Fen snapped. "It's not my choice to be here."

Hattie glared at him, but unlike in the past, today Fen met her angry eyes and stared until she looked down. He might be new to the alpha position, but he'd spent his whole life around wolves. He wasn't going to let her challenge him and get away with it. If he did, the rest would follow, and then he'd have an even worse time of it.

The other Raiders who had been out in the forest shuffled their feet and waited. He could sense their feelings as deeply as his own—they felt his anger radiating out at them, and they weren't sure what to do about it. It was confusing for them—and him.

He closed his eyes for a moment to try to separate his feelings from theirs. He didn't want his pack to be unhappy. That was instinct. He also didn't want to fight his friends or lead his pack against his friends. No matter who won in any fight between the two sides right now, Fen would be miserable.

"Look. You don't want me here, and I don't want to be here," he started. They all looked back at him then. Their expressions were a mix of confusion, shock, and sadness. It didn't make anything easier. "I like the world. Yeah, it would be fun if there were less rules about running in wolf form, and it would be great to not be constantly worried about Thorsens getting us in trouble for things we do."

They nodded.

"I just don't think the end of the world, millions of people dying, and monsters roaming free is better than what we have now." He didn't know what else to say, but he wasn't going to fail at protecting them if he could help it. Instincts made that impossible. Cautiously, he said, "I know that the Raiders are bonded to working for old man Thorsen, so I'm not going to try to force everyone in our pack to break a bond bigger than us."

"So what are you going to do with us?" a Raider named Paul asked.

That was a good question, and if he were someone else—Matt or Laurie—he'd probably know. Fen wasn't like them. He didn't have a clever idea or a stupidly brave plan. All he had was the hope that there was a solution and he'd muddle through until he found it. Maybe it wasn't a great idea to admit that, but he didn't have a better answer yet.

"I don't know. Keep you safe? Try to figure out how to keep you from getting beat up again by Matt and the others?" Fen shrugged. "It hasn't even been a whole day since I got here, so I'm still figuring this out. At least give me a day or two."

He had been thinking about it, and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with them all. The only thing he was certain of right now was that he was still going to protect his cousin. Fen looked around at the assembled wulfenkind and met each one's eyes as he said, "The one thing I do know is that if anyone touches my cousin, I'll beat them myself and feed them to the Midgard Serpent. Laurie is a Brekke and not to be touched."

Maybe it was the seriousness in his voice or maybe it was just because he was defending his family, but they all smiled or nodded at him. Wulfenkind put family first. He hadn't tried to, but he'd proved that he was one of them after all.

"Break down camp. We're moving out tonight," he ordered, and then he walked away.

He didn't need to watch to know that the wulfenkind had started to tear down tents and gather their supplies the moment he turned away. Raider packs were well trained. Everyone knew his or her role, and there was no shirking work. Although he knew that the whole thievery thing that packs lived by wasn't okay, and he didn't like camping enough to want to live the way they did, he could still respect their skills.

While the rest of them were getting ready to leave, Fen walked into the tent where Skull was now recovering. The soft whump of the tent flap falling shut seemed ominous. Being closed in with Skull wasn't something that had ever gone well for Fen. He ignored the twinge of fear, reminding himself that things were different now.

"You could have taken more of the pack with you," Skull said.

"Why?" Fen asked, trying not to cringe at the sight of the bruises all over Skull. He didn't like the older boy, never had, never would, but he still felt a flash of guilt at the ugly red and purple marks. He'd done that, beat Skull up. It had been in a fight that Skull started and Fen couldn't escape, but he still felt bad at seeing the proof of his anger.

"If the others were with you, you could all have followed Thorsen to camp," Skull said.

"I already know where the camp is. I was staying there until you forced me into this mess." Fen smothered another ugly word at the realization that his stuff was still at the camp with Laurie and the rest of the descendants of the North. It wasn't like he had a lot of things, but his Aunt Helen—the god who ruled Hel, the land of the dead—had given him a great bag that seemed to offer whatever he needed. Food, clothes, toothbrush: they just magically appeared when he opened the bag. All of the kids who'd been to Hel got one, and his was in camp with them. He hadn't carried it when he'd left them, not expecting that he'd never return.

He shoved that thought away quickly. He'd lost too much. Matt had never been someone he'd even tried to tolerate, but after fighting monsters together, they'd become friends. Baldwin, on the other hand, who was the god Balder's representative, was someone Fen liked from the moment they'd met. The worst, though, was Laurie. She was his best friend, his partner in so many ridiculous adventures, and now she was completely forbidden to him. Instead, Fen was left with the Raiders, none of whom he liked at all, especially the one glaring at him.

"Well, if you knew where their camp was, you should've taken the advantage!" Skull snapped, and then immediately frowned and added, "That's my advice. As your second, that's my advice."

Clearly, Skull wasn't adjusting to being second in command any better than Fen was adjusting to being alpha. They both hated it. They were also both stuck. Fen had to make the best of it.

"We… the kids in that camp, I mean, just defeated a host of draugrs," he said. "A small group of Raiders wouldn't be able to take them, especially since Matt has his hammer. He smashed someone's leg with it already. Retreating was the right plan today." Fen flopped to the ground and stared at the bruised boy. "I hate you, by the way. I was happy there. This alpha business is no good."

Skull looked confused. "You're in charge here. How is that bad?"

"Seriously? I'm in charge of a bunch of kids who obey Mayor Thorsen in his crazy quest to end the world."

"But after the great fight, we'll be rulers of a new world." Skull grinned, which looked pretty disturbing with his swollen eye and bloodied lip.

Fen couldn't understand how anyone believed the mayor would treat them fairly. Aside from the centuries of bad blood between Brekkes and Thorsens, there was the fact that he was okay sentencing his own grandson to die. Nothing about the man made Fen think he could be trusted, but Skull and the others obviously bought all his lies about their role in the future.

That meant that Fen had to be careful in trying to explain things to Skull. What he needed was an ally, someone to help him plan. Even if Skull couldn't see that willingly letting billions of people die was the wrong thing to do, he might be able to grasp that trusting the mayor was a bad idea.

"We won't rule anything," Fen said. "We'll be the ones who enforce the laws that old man Thorsen wants us to. It's like in chess where you have a bunch of pieces you throw away to position the king and queen. Those pieces are us."

"Those are called pawns."

"Right, pawns," Fen agreed. He knew that, but he needed Skull to make the connection. He didn't have a proper plan yet, but he was working on the start of one. Step one: get the Raiders with influence on his side. Hattie did whatever Skull said, and the rest of the pack was used to following Skull, so if Skull


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    "This sequel stands by itself, as essential details of the first are neatly woven throughout. Intense action, well-crafted scenes and humor-laced dialogue add up to a sure winner...What Riordan has done for Greek and Egyptian mythology, Armstrong and Marr are doing for Norse myths...A Hel of a good read."
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  • "This rousing, fast-paced adventure, first in the Blackwell Pages trilogy, will please readers who loved John Stephens's Books of Beginning and Rick Riordan's modern-day twists on ancient myth."—Publishers Weekly
  • "Loki's Wolves brings Norse mythology to the modern world...The background and explanation of the legends are clear and a natural fit to the story and dialogue, bringing life to lesser-known Norse mythology...Recommended for those who enjoyed Rick Riordan's 'Percy Jackson and the Olympians' series."
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  • "This smart, fast-paced, action-packed novel...offers readers a solid adventure story that still manages not to skimp on character...An excellent what-to-read-next for Percy Jackson fans, this novel will also please young readers of Marvel's Thor and myth-lovers already familiar with Norse lore..."
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  • "Fierce adventure, lightening pace, furious action, and original, engaging characters. I was hooked from the first hammer swing."
    Eoin Colfer, New York Times bestselling author of Artemis Fowl
  • "Loki's Wolves has everything--a fast-paced, exciting plot, endearing and honest characters, Norse mythology with a contemporary twist, and plenty of heart. I can't wait to find out what happens to Matt, Laurie, and Fen!"
    Ally Condie, author of the #1 New York Times bestseller Matched
  • "These authors are no strangers to weaving a compelling tale. Once the story moves past the background, the plot picks up quickly and the adventure doesn't disappoint."—Library Media Connection

On Sale
Jun 7, 2016
Page Count
368 pages

K. L. Armstrong

About the Author

K.L. Armstrong and M.A. Marr had been friends for several years and found themselves spending hours talking about mythology and monsters. With that shared interest, in addition to K.L.’s love for tackling creatures in video games when not writing (and sometimes when she’s supposed to be writing), their monster and myth fixation, and the books they read with their sons, they knew they had to write the Blackwell Pages.

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Melissa Marr

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Melissa Marr is the New York Times bestselling author of the Wicked Lovely series. The series has sold in 24 languages to date, appeared on bestseller lists abroad, and is in development with Universal Studios for a major motion picture. She is also the co-author (with Kelley Armstrong) of the upcoming Blackwell Pages and co-editor (with Armstrong) of the forthcoming YA anthologies, Enthralled (2011) and Entrapped (2013).

Tim Pratt is a Hugo Award-winning science fiction and fantasy author whose works have been nominated for most of the major genre awards. His stories have been reprinted in numerous Year’s Best anthologies, including the Best American Short Stories. He is a senior editor at Locus, the magazine of the science fiction and fantasy field, and edited the 2010 anthology Sympathy for the Devil.

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