Read an exclusive excerpt from City of Stolen Magic by Nazneen Ahmed Pathak

Chompa lay awake, staring at the bright white disc of the moon. Chompa smoothed her hand across her mother’s damp forehead, like Ammi did when Chompa had a fever. It seemed to calm her, and Chompa sat watching her mother’s chest rise and dip with her breath, too troubled to sleep. And do not – do not remove your taviz unless you’re safe, and with someone you can trust.’ Chompa opened her mouth to ask why, but Ammi placed her finger on Chompa’s lips. I should have explained everything before, but there’s no time now – just promise.’ Her mother’s eyes were wide with terror, and Chompa found she couldn’t breathe.