'Loki: Where Mischief Lies' Arrives On Audiobook on September 3
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New York Times best-selling author Mackenzi Lee tackles a young Loki in LOKI: WHERE MISCHIEF LIES, the first of three young adult adult novels exploring the untapped potential and duality of heroism within the Marvel Universe for Marvel Press. The audiobook arrives on September 3, and we have an exclusive sneak peek just for you (listen above)!
Narrated by Oliver Wyman, the excerpt kicks off after Odin sees a threat to Asgard in the Godseye Mirror. Loki and his friend Amora sneak into Odin's treasure room to get a look at the mirror themselves—but what they see and the magic they must do to see it proves to be more than either of them bargained for.
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Pre-order your copy of the Loki: Where Mischief Lies audiobook, available on September 3. Digital and print versions of the title are also available from Marvel Press.
In Loki: Where Mischief Lies, before the days of going toe-to-toe with the Avengers, a younger Loki is desperate to prove himself heroic and capable, while it seems everyone around him suspects him of inevitable villainy and depravity . . . except for Amora. Asgard's resident sorceress-in-training feels like a kindred spirit-someone who values magic and knowledge, who might even see the best in him.
But when Loki and Amora cause the destruction of one of Asgard's most prized possessions, Amora is banished to Earth, where her powers will slowly and excruciatingly fade to nothing. Without the only person who ever looked at his magic as a gift instead of a threat, Loki slips further into anguish and the shadow of his universally adored brother, Thor.
When Asgardian magic is detected in relation to a string of mysterious murders on Earth, Odin sends Loki to investigate. As he descends upon nineteenth-century London, Loki embarks on a journey that leads him to more than just a murder suspect, putting him on a path to discover the source of his power-and who he's meant to be.
EXCLUSIVE text copy of EXCERPT FROM 'Loki: Where Mischief Lies'
At the end of the hallway before them was the Godseye Mirror, its shimmering surface blending into the darkness. This close, it was the bluish black of a raven's wing, but when Loki stepped up to it, it gave no hint of a reflection. He looked over at Amora as she touched a hand to the gold staff and traced one of its whorls.
"You don't have to look," she said quietly.
But he did. He had to know what his father had seen.
"Stand there," he said, pointing her to the side of the Mirror Karnilla had stood on. As she stepped out of sight, even knowing she was still there, Loki felt his skin crawl with the sudden fear of being alone. Alone and starring into the end of the world.
"Do you know how to activate it?" he called, his voice higher than he would have liked.
Amora poked her head around from behind the Mirror, braid tumbling over her shoulder. "I channel power and the staves direct it. It's basic runic magic."
"Right," Loki said, like he knew anything about runic magic. He'd never even heard of it. Yet another gap in his shoddy magical education.
She ducked back to her side of the Mirror, calling, "Runes and staves direct a spell. All the sorcerer has to do is channel power through them."
"I know that."
He couldn't see her, but he could practically hear the smirk. "Of course you do, princeling. Are you ready?"
Over their heads, he heard a crack like thunder. A flash of white light that he felt sear his skin.
"I'm ready," he said.
Amora's grasp of the energy was not as elegant as Karnilla's had been. The lightning forked and danced around the room before finding its way to her. Loki saw the tremble in the glass as she pressed her hands to the black Mirror, then suddenly his side began to sputter with light, like a firework that could not catch. An image flickered, then died, then flickered again, too blurred to be seen clearly.
"It needs more power!" Loki called to Amora, and he heard her draw a deep, ragged breath. The air around them shimmered again.
The image began to sharpen into rows of soldiers. Not soldiers of Asgard—they had no armor, no banners, and they looked instead like feral creatures, pale and foaming and bloated. They were pouring from the observatory that connected Asgard to the Bifrost, along the rainbow bridge toward the capital. A lone figure stood out among the masses of soldiers, planted at the door to the observatory, the glint of a blade in his hand. But the image was too smoky to make out much detail.
Loki balled his hands into his fists at his side. He wanted to reach into the scene, wanted to grab this unknown person by the shoulders and demand to know who he was, even if it meant looking into his own face.
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