Meet Libby, one of the talented magicians from Olivie Blake’s The Atlas Six
Each decade, only the six most talented magicians are selected to be considered for initiation into the Society of Alexandria…
We’re excited to share audio clips and excerpts from Olivie Blake The Atlas Six—the newly revised and edited edition is published March 1 with Tor Books and Macmillan Audio. Today we bring you Libby, voiced by Caitlin Kelly in the audiobook narration. Check back all week for more content!
The Society of Alexandria, guardian of the lost knowledge of the greatest civilizations of antiquity, is the first secret society of magical academicians in the world. Those who earn a place among the Alexandrians will secure a life of wealth, power and prestige beyond their wildest dreams, and each decade only the six most talented magicians are selected to be considered for the initiation.
Enter the final round of six: Libby Rhodes and Nico de Varona, unwitting halves of an unfathomable whole, who exert uncanny control over every element of physicality. Reina Mori, a naturalist, who can guess the language of life itself. Parisa Kamali, a telepath who can traverse the depths of the subconscious, navigating the worlds inside the human mind. Callum Nova, an empath easily mistaken for a manipulative illusionist, who can influence the inner workings of a person’s inner self. Finally, there’s Tristan Caine, who can see through illusions a new structure of reality – an ability so rare that neither he nor his peers can fully grasp its implications.
When candidates are recruited by the mysterious Atlas Blakely, they are told they will have one year to qualify for initiation, during which time they will have preliminary access to the Society’s archives and will be judged on their contributions to various subjects of impossibility: time and space, luck and thought, life and death. Five, they are told, will be initiated. One will be eliminated. The six would-be insiders will fight to survive the next year of their lives, and if they can prove themselves the best among their rivals, most of them will.
Most of them.
The day Libby Rhodes met Nicolás Ferrer de Varona was also coincidentally the day she discovered that “irritated”, a word she had previously had no use for, was now the only conceivable way to describe the feeling of to be near him. It was the day Libby accidentally set fire to the lining of several century-old curtains in the office of Professor Breckenridge, dean of students, winning both Libby’s admission to New York University for the Magical Arts and his undying hatred for Nico in a single incident. . All the days since that one had been a futile exercise in restraint.
Incandescence aside, it had to be a very different day, as it would ultimately be the last of them. Short of accidental encounters, which Libby was certain they would both furiously ignore—Manhattan was a big city, after all, with lots of people voraciously avoiding each other—she and Nico were finally parting ways, and she never would never have to. working again with Nico de Varona. She had practically burst into song that morning, which her boyfriend, Ezra, assumed was the consequence of the more immediate questions of the occasion: either graduating at the top of her class (tied with Nico, but he was not serving nothing to focus on that), or giving NYUMA’s farewell speech. Neither accolade was anything to scoff at, obviously, but the more appealing prospect was the newness of the approaching era.
It was the last day Libby Rhodes would ever set eyes on Nico de Varona, and she couldn’t have been more exuberant on the cusp of a simpler, superior, less Nico-infested life.
“Rhodes,” Nico acknowledged as he sat down next to her on the opening stage. He slipped his last name like a marble on his tongue before sniffing the air, mischievous as always. For some, her sun-kissed dimples and charming, imperfect nose (broken such) were enough to make up for his unremarkable height and myriad personality flaws. To Libby, Nico de Varona was just good genetics and more confidence than any man deserved. “Hmm. Odd. Do you smell the smoke, Rhodes?
Very funny. Hilarious.
“Watch out, Varona. You know this auditorium is on a fault line, right? »
“Of course. I have to, since I’ll be working there next year, don’t I?” he mused. “Too bad you didn’t get that scholarship, by the way.”
Since the comment was clearly intended to annoy her, Libby made the exemplary decision to scan the crowd instead of responding. The auditorium was fuller than she had ever seen, the view of graduates and their families stretching to the balcony seats and foaming into the hallway.
Even from afar, Libby could spot her dad’s fine blazer, which he had bought at least two decades ago for a wedding and worn on all light to moderately formal occasions ever since. He and Libby’s mother were in a middle row, a few seats off center, and Libby felt a moment of uncontrollable tenderness at the sight of them. She had told them not to come, of course. Disadvantages and others. But her father was there, wearing the blazer. His mother had put on lipstick, and on the seat next to them…
Extract of The Atlas Six© copyright 2202 by Olivie Blake