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The Poisons of Caux: The Tasters Guild (Book II)

Press:The Tasters Guild

Press: Knopf Books for Young Readers (August 10, 2010)
Publication Date:2010-8
Author Name:Appelbaum, Susannah; Taylor, Jennifer;


The Poisons of Caux, Book IIA macabre and funny fantasy trilogyAfter the perilous adventure of The Hollow Bettle (Book I), the dark reign of the Nightshades is over at last, and a new day has arrived in Caux, a land long ruled by poison and deceit. 
The ancient Prophecy-the coming of a Noble Child to cure the one, true King-has finally begun.But fear still grips the people of Caux, for they live in the shadow of the powerful, poisonous Tasters' Guild.
Sequestered high within its corrupt walls sits Vidal Verjouce, the Guild's diabolical Director, his dark magic more potent than ever.
Eleven-year-old Ivy, famed healer and Noble Child, and her friend and taster Rowan must venture inside the Guild itself if they are to find the door to their sister world, Pimcaux-and fulfill the Prophecy.
But a deadly weed-once thought extinct-threatens their journey: scourge bracken, a plant dedicated to domination and destruction, also known, ominously, as Kingmaker.
Who else has detected it? And will Ivy's remarkable gift-her dominion over plants and nature-be enough to thwart it?Susannah Appelbaum's imagination soars with poison inks, flower codes, catacombs, secret crypts, and sinister twists in this middle volume of the macabre and magical Poisons of Caux fantasy trilogy.

From Booklist

Poison Ivy and her friends search for a magical doorway on their quest to save the king from his illness and deliver the people of Caux from the clutches of the malevolent guild of food testers. 
Can Ivy find the king before the guild finds her? In this second book in the Poisons of Caux series, Appelbaum continues to thrill, with vivid descriptions and inspired plot twists.
Here is an imaginary place replete with tasty villains and true-hearted heroines, a worthy next step from Kate DiCamillo’s Tale of Despereaux (2003) or Brian Jacques’ Redwall series.
Grades 4-7.
--Cindy Welch


Booklist, November 15, 2010"Poison Ivy and her friends search for a magical doorway on their quest to save the king from his illness and deliver the people of Caux from the clutches of the malevolent guild of food testers. 
Can Ivy find the king before the guild finds her? In this second book in the Poisons of Caux series, Appelbaum continues to thrill and enchant with vivid descriptions and inspired plot twists.
Here is an imaginary place to stand alongside Harry Potter’s world, replete with tasty villains and true-hearted heroines, and a worthy next step from Kate DiCamillo’s Tale of Despereaux (2003) or Brian Jacques’ Redwall series."

About the Author

Susannah Appelbaum comes from a family of doctors and philosophers, which instilled in her both an early fascination with and a great deal of caution toward bottles marked "Poison." The idea for the Poisons of Caux trilogy was born when she lived in an old woodcutter's cottage in the French apple country as a child: "Out the door were ancient forests, wild boars, and new and inviting foods to taste."Susannah worked in magazine publishing for many years and now lives with her family in New York's Hudson Valley and in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, where her garden prefers to grow weeds.She is also the author of The Hollow Bettle, Book I of the Poisons of Caux trilogy, and is hard at work on Book III. 
Please visit her on the Web at www.susannahappelbaum.com.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

The Calligrapher     Hemsen Dumbcane's withered skin was pasty from a lifetime of library work. 
He was a sour man whose eyes had long gone rheumy and uncooperative, and he routinely wore a powerful magnifying lens clipped to his thick spectacles.
He preferred his small, unobtrusive shop empty, and for most of his long career, he had only one client.
But what a client he served! Hemsen Dumbcane was a master calligrapher to the secretive Tasters' Guild--producing the majority of its inscrutable documents--trusted with its most top-secret work and given access to its very private Library.   Although it was newly unfashionable, the royal seal of King Nightshade still hung over the dusty front door of his shop on the busy Knox bridge, right beneath the large, pointed quill indicating his trade.
He figured the unpopular royal seal kept his store quiet, which was how he needed it to be in order to practice not only his calligraphy but also his more secretive, and highly lucrative, secondary trade.
For Hemsen Dumbcane was a crook of enormous proportions--stealing and forging ancient, highly valuable,and oftentimes enchanted documents from Caux's libraries and private collections and then selling them on the black market.   Hemsen Dumbcane had been slowly relieving the land of its ancient maps and pictorials, testaments and charts of odd, indecipherable symbols for his entire career--one spanning many long years.
That was a lot of missing paper, although for each he would toil to replace the original with a clever fake, copying it perfectly and returning the counterfeit undetected.
Since many of the ancient tableaus were considered to be irreplaceable magical texts, Hemsen Dumbcane was distinctly responsible for the dilution of the ancient wisdom of earlier--and more respectable--kings than his most recent benefactor, King Nightshade.   At present, in his quiet shop, a drop of perspiration hung threateningly at the tip of his nose.
Pausing with his damp kerchief, the calligrapher wiped his face, catching the offending droplet in the nick of time--lest it sully his work on the desk beneath his gaze.
Before him, his final forgery.   A masterwork.   He had stolen it from its hiding place in the very chambers of the Guild's fearsome Director, a scroll of such beauty and value that he could not bear to be without it.
At great personal hazard, he now toiled to produce a counterfeit before his transgression was discovered.   He heard nothing of the little bell that now rang from the front of the shop, a signal of the unusual presence of a customer.
He continued his work, though burdened by a great nervousness that had settled upon him in the middle of the night.
For the past week Dumbcane had found himself distracted mightily from his sleep, from his shop duties, from everything.
And today brought no relief.
He tried to clear his mind and complete his final task, concentrating upon the dark weave of images amid the strange text.
His shaking hand attempted to duplicate the sheen of the golden serpent before him.   There was quite a lot of traffic on the Knox bridge this morning, owing probably to some festivity, a festivity that Dumbcane--if he chose to acknowledge it at all--would find entirely uninteresting.
The town had turned out for some mindless event, and compounding the traffic was an annoying amount of construction on the bridge.
He had little to do with the life of the city--having long ago aligned himself with the thieves and scoundrels that made up his network of contacts, and the darker sides of Caux from which he profited.   The little bell rang again sourly--indicating that the door had shut once more.
Presumably, someone now awaited him.
This time Dumbcane was alerted, and he sat bolt upright, upending a small pot of black ink, a few pages before him scattering to the floor.
Quickly he wiped the ink blot with his elbow--a lazy swarm of dark fruit flies escaped his arm just in time, only to come together again and settle hungrily on the stain.   Peering about the dark room cautiously, he craned his neck forward the door, his earlier nighttime anxieties returning.
One large eye--magnified by his calligraphy lens--regarded the shaded room fearfully.   "What?" he hissed.
"Who's there?"   "Hemsen Dumbcane?" came a nasally response.   "Who wants to know?" Dumbcane leaned out a little further into the gloomy room.
With a start he relieved himself of his ever-present magnifying lens--flipping it upright quickly--but not before he was afforded the shock of one of the biggest noses ever to grace a face, a nose that indeed marked its wearer's lineage.   A nose as long as a sausage could only belong to a Taxus.   Dumbcane at once regained his composure.
A half smile even made an appearance across his sallow face.
Although he had had dealings with the Taxus family over the years, these two before him were new.
But he knew the type.
  "What, gentlemen, can I do for you today?" Dumbcane asked.   "We are looking for a certain document," the elder and larger of the two Taxuses responded.
This was Quarles Taxus, a man who really never achieved much in his life by respectable means.
In fact, over the family's long and feuding history, there had been but one Taxus upon whom any amount of success had been visited.
That was Turner Taxus, and he was now dead.
Turner Taxus had risen through the ranks of the Nightshade army to a respectable position, only to consume for his last meal some poisoned soup.


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Comment List (Total:4)

  •     Great book. Love the series.

  •     Ms. Appelbaum has done it again! The highly anticipated second book in the trilogy of The Poisons of Caux is beautiful and mysterious with just the right amount of darkness and danger to keep you hooked from start to finish. Her words paint pictures so vivid and full of wonder it makes me look at the natural world around me with a much keener eye. This book, as well as the first, are great reads for all ages.

  •     I liked Appelbaum's first installment of the trilogy, but was not sure how well she would maintain the characters' consistency through the rest of the series. That said, Book II greatly exceeded expectations. Without straying from the what made her characters so engaging in Book I, this sequel builds on that foundation by developing characters on various fronts.I have 2 copies at home- one which I read to my 5 year-old before bed, and another which my 9 year-old brings everywhere with her. We've already decided to dress her as Ivy for halloween this year! Along with this being a great read, it has helped me connect with my kids' imaginations like never before- that is something to be celebrated :)

  •     I've been reading this series to my 9-year old son. The second book is even better than the first. The plot is filled with suspense, has great characters and satisfies all of your senses (visual, auditory, taste, touch, smell). What a great story - can't wait for the third book to come out.


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