Skandar and the Unicorn Thief

The international, award-winning hit, and the biggest fantasy adventure series since Harry Potter

A.F. Steadman

• Publisher: Simon & Schuster Children's UK
• Year: 2022
• Print ISBN: 9781398502734
• eBook ISBN: 9781398502727

HEROES AND UNICORNS AS YOU’VE NEVER SEEN THEM BEFORE. The first book in the award-winning, international hit fantasy adventure series for children age 9+, and fans of Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Eragon and Fireborn.

WATERSTONES CHILDREN'S BOOK OF THE YEAR 2022
WINNER OF THE INDIE BOOK AWARDS 2023!

‘The most popular children’s fantasy hero since Harry Potter’ – The Telegraph

Thirteen-year-old Skandar Smith has only ever wanted to be a unicorn rider. To be one of the lucky few selected to hatch a unicorn. To bond with it for life; to train together and race for glory; to be a hero.
 
But just as Skandar’s dream is about to come true, things start to take a more dangerous turn than he could ever have imagined. A dark and twisted enemy has stolen the Island’s most powerful unicorn – and as the threat grows ever closer, Skandar discovers a secret that could blow apart his world forever . . .
 
Get ready for unlikely HEROES, elemental MAGIC, sky battles, ancient secrets, nail-biting races and FEROCIOUS UNICORNS, in this EPIC ADVENTURE series that will have your heart soaring.

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Praise for Skandar and the Unicorn Thief: 

'Steadman has a vast imagination, her world-building is a joy, the battle scenes are thrilling and her characters charm.' – The Times Children's Book of the Week
‘Not since Harry Potter have I felt this excited about a series. You’ll never look at unicorns the same way again, nor will you want to!’ – Dominique Valente, author of the Starfell series
‘Never have unicorns been so ferocious, fearsome and thrilling! A fantastically gripping read!’ – Laura Ellen Anderson, author of Amelia Fang and Rainbow Grey
‘Brims with wild adventure, fierce sky battles, elemental magic, ferocious unicorns and a terrifying enemy. Steadman's cinematic writing draws you in from the very first page, creating a hugely compelling, unforgettable read. Endlessly thrilling, unputdownable and utterly unmissable.’ – Aisling Fowler, author of Fireborn
‘A. F. Steadman has created a stunning new world that feels both familiar and fresh, with a cast of characters that will stay with you long after you’ve finished reading.’ –Tọlá Okogwu, author of Onyeka and the Academy of the Sun
'Perfect for those who have consumed the Harry Potter books and Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy and are looking for their next fictional feast.' – The Sunday Times

CHAPTER ONE THE THIEF

Skandar Smith stared at the unicorn poster opposite his bed. It was light enough outside now to see the unicorn’s wings outstretched mid-flight: shining silver armour covering most of his body, exposing only his wild red eyes, an enormous jaw and a sharp grey horn. New-Age Frost had been Skandar’s favourite unicorn ever since his rider, Aspen McGrath, had qualified for the Chaos Cup three years ago. And Skandar thought that today – in this year’s race – they just might have a chance of winning.

Skandar had received the poster for his thirteenth birthday three months before. He’d gazed at it through the bookshop window, imagining that he was New-Age Frost’s rider, standing just outside the poster frame ready to race. Skandar had felt really bad asking his dad for it. For as long as he could remember they’d never had much money – he didn’t usually ask for anything. But Skandar had wanted the poster so badly and—

A crash came from the kitchen. On any other day Skandar would have jumped out of bed, terrified there was a stranger in the flat. Usually he, or his sister, Kenna, asleep in the bed opposite, was in charge of making breakfast. Skandar’s dad wasn’t lazy – it wasn’t that – he just found it hard to get up most days, especially when he didn’t have a job to go to. And he hadn’t had one of those in a while.

But today was no ordinary day. Today was race day. And for Dad, the Chaos Cup was better than birthdays, better even than Christmas.

‘Are you ever going to stop staring at that stupid poster?’ Kenna groaned.

‘Dad’s making breakfast,’ Skandar said, hoping this would cheer his sister up.

‘I’m not hungry.’ She turned and faced the wall, her brown hair poking out from underneath the duvet. ‘There’s no way Aspen and New-Age Frost will win today, by the way.’

‘I thought you weren’t interested.’

‘I’m not, but…’ Kenna rolled back again, squinting at Skandar through the morning light. ‘You’ve got to look at the stats, Skar. Frost’s wingbeats per minute are only about average for the twenty-five competing. Then there’s the problem of their allied element being water.’

‘What problem?’ Skandar’s heart was singing, even though Kenna was insisting Aspen and Frost wouldn’t win. She hadn’t talked about unicorns for so long he’d almost forgotten what it was like. When they were younger, they’d argued constantly about what their elements would be if they became unicorn riders. Kenna always said she’d be a fire wielder, but Skandar could never decide.

‘Have you forgotten your Hatchery classes? Aspen and New-Age Frost are water-allied, right? And there are two air wielders among the favourites: Ema Templeton and Tom Nazari. We both know air has advantages over water!’

Skandar’s sister was leaning on one elbow now, her thin pale face alight with excitement, her hazel hair and eyes wild. Kenna was a year older than Skandar, but they looked so similar that they’d often been mistaken for twins.

‘You’ll see,’ Skandar said, grinning. ‘Aspen’s learned from her other Chaos Cups. She won’t just use water; she’s smarter than that. Last year she combined the elements. If I was riding New-Age Frost, I’d go for lightning bolts and whirlpool attacks…’

Kenna’s face changed at once. Her eyes dulled; the smile dropped from the corners of her mouth. Her elbow collapsed, and she turned to the wall again, gathering her coral duvet round her shoulders.

‘Kenn, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…’

The smell of bacon and burnt toast wafted under the door. Skandar’s stomach rumbled into the silence.

‘Kenna?’

‘Leave me alone, Skar.’

‘Aren’t you going to watch the Cup with me and Dad?’

No answer again. Skandar dressed in the half-light of the morning, disappointment and guilt tightening his throat. He shouldn’t have said it: if I was riding. They’d been talking like they used to, before Kenna took the Hatchery exam, before all her dreams came crashing down.

Skandar entered the kitchen to the sound of sizzling eggs and blaring early Cup coverage. Dad was humming, leaning over the pan. When he saw Skandar, he gave him an enormous grin. Skandar couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen him smile.

Dad’s face fell a little. ‘No Kenna yet?’

‘Still sleeping,’ Skandar lied, not wanting to spoil his good mood.

‘She’ll find this year hard, I expect. The first race since…’

Skandar didn’t need him to finish the sentence. This was the first Chaos Cup since Kenna had failed the Hatchery exam last year and lost all chance of becoming a unicorn rider.

The trouble was, Dad had never acted like it was rare to pass the Hatchery exam. He loved unicorns so much, he was desperate for one of his children to become a rider. He said it would fix everything – their money problems, their future, their happiness, even the days he couldn’t get out of bed. Unicorns were magic, after all.

So for Kenna’s whole life he’d insisted that she’d pass the exam and go on to open the Hatchery door on the Island. That she was destined for a unicorn egg locked inside. That she’d make their mum proud. And it hadn’t helped that Kenna had always been top of her Hatchery class at Christchurch Secondary. If anyone was going to get to the Island, her teachers said, it was Kenna Smith. Then she’d failed.

And for months now Skandar’s dad had been telling him the same. That it was possible, probable, even inevitable that he’d become a rider. And despite knowing how unusual it was – despite seeing Kenna so disappointed last year – Skandar wanted more than anything for it to be true.

‘Your turn this year, though, eh?’ Dad ruffled Skandar’s hair with a greasy hand. ‘Now, the best way to make fried bread…’ As Dad gave him instructions, Skandar nodded in all the right places, pretending he didn’t already know how. Other children might have found this annoying, but Skandar was just pleased when Dad gave him a high-five for getting the bread the perfect amount of crispy.

Kenna didn’t come out for breakfast, though Dad didn’t seem to mind too much as he and Skandar munched on sausages, bacon, eggs, beans and fried bread. Skandar stopped himself asking where the money for this extra food had come from. It was race day. Dad clearly wanted to forget about all that, and Skandar did too. Just for today. So he grabbed the brand-new bottle of mayonnaise and squeezed it over everything, grinning as it made a satisfying squelch.

‘Aspen McGrath and New-Age Frost still favourites for you, then?’ Dad asked through a mouthful. ‘I forgot to say, if you want to invite any friends over for the race that’s fine with me. Lots of kids do that, don’t they? Don’t want you to miss out.’

Skandar stared down at his plate. How could he even begin to explain that he didn’t have any friends to invite? And, worse, that it was sort of Dad’s fault?

The trouble was that looking after Dad when he wasn’t well – not so happy – meant that Skandar missed out on a lot of the ‘normal’ stuff you were supposed to do to make friends. He could never stay after school to mess about in the park; he didn’t have pocket money to go to the amusement arcade or sneak off for fish and chips on Margate beach. Skandar hadn’t realised to begin with, but those were the times people actually made friends, not in English class or over a stale custard cream at morning break. And looking after Dad meant that Skandar sometimes didn’t have clean clothes or hadn’t had time to brush his teeth. And people noticed. They always noticed – and remembered.

Somehow for Kenna it hadn’t been as bad. Skandar thought it helped that she was more confident than him. Whenever Skandar tried to think of something clever or funny to say, his brain jammed. It’d come to him a few minutes later, but face to face with a classmate, there’d just be a weird buzzing in his head, a blankness. Kenna didn’t have that problem; he’d once heard her confront a group of girls whispering about how weird Dad was. ‘My dad, my business,’ she’d said very calmly. ‘Stay out of it or you’ll be sorry.’

‘They’re busy with their own families, Dad,’ Skandar mumbled eventually, feeling himself blush, which always happened when he didn’t tell the whole truth. Dad didn’t notice, though – he’d started stacking the plates, which was such a rare sight that Skandar blinked twice to make sure it was real.

‘What about Owen? He’s a good mate of yours, isn’t he?’

Owen was the worst. Dad thought he was a friend because he’d once seen hundreds of notifications from him on Skandar’s phone. Skandar hadn’t mentioned that the messages were far from friendly.

‘Oh yeah, he loves the Chaos Cup.’ Skandar got up to help. ‘He’s watching it with his grandparents, though, and they live miles away.’ Skandar wasn’t even making this up; he’d overheard Owen complaining to his crew about it. Right before he’d torn three pages out of Skandar’s maths textbook, screwed them up and thrown them in his face.

‘KENNA!’ Dad shouted suddenly. ‘It’s starting any minute!’ When there was no answer, he disappeared into their bedroom and Skandar sat down on the sofa, the TV coverage in full swing.

A reporter was interviewing a past Chaos Cup rider in the main arena, just in front of the starting bar. Skandar turned up the volume.

‘—and do you think we’ll see some fierce elemental battles today?’ The reporter’s face was flushed with excitement.

‘For sure,’ the rider replied, nodding confidently. ‘There’s a real mix of abilities among the competitors, Tim. People are fixating on the fire strength of Federico Jones and Sunset’s Blood, but what about Ema Templeton and Mountain’s Fear? They might be air-allied, but they’re multi-talented. People forget that the best Chaos Cup riders excel in all four elements – not just the one they’re allied to.’

The four elements. They were the core of the Hatchery exam. Skandar had spent hours learning which famous unicorns and riders were allied to fire, water, earth or air; which attacks and defences they would favour in sky battles. Nerves swooped into Skandar’s stomach; he couldn’t believe the exam was the day after tomorrow.

Dad returned, a troubled look on his face. ‘She’ll be out in a bit,’ he said, sitting next to Skandar on the battered old sofa.

‘It’s hard for you kids to understand really.’ He sighed, staring at the screen. ‘Thirteen years ago, when my generation first watched the Chaos Cup, it was enough just knowing the Island existed. I was far too old to be a rider. But the race, the unicorns, the elements… it was magic for us – for me, for your mum.’

Skandar stayed very still, not daring to turn his head away from the screen as the unicorns entered the arena. Dad only talked about Skandar and Kenna’s mum on Chaos Cup day. By his seventh birthday, Skandar had given up asking about her at any other time – he’d learned that it made Dad angry and upset, learned it made him disappear into his room for days.

‘Never seen your mum so full of emotion as she was on the day of the first Chaos Cup,’ Dad continued. ‘She sat right where you are now, smiling and crying, and holding you in her arms. Only a couple of months old, you were.’

Skandar had heard this before, but he didn’t mind one bit. He and Kenna were always desperate to hear about their mum. Grandma – Dad’s mum – used to tell them about her, but they liked it best when the stories came from Dad, who’d loved her most. And sometimes, when he repeated them, there were new details, like how Rosemary Smith always called him Bertie, never Robert. Or the way she had liked to sing in the bath, or her favourite type of flower – pansies – or the element she’d liked watching best – water – in the first and last Chaos Cup she’d ever seen.

‘I’ll always remember,’ Dad continued, looking straight at Skandar, ‘when that first Chaos Cup finished, your mum took your tiny hand, traced a pattern on your palm and whispered, quiet as a prayer, “I promise you a unicorn, little one.”’

Skandar swallowed hard. Dad had never told him that story before. Maybe he’d saved it until the year of his Hatchery exam. Maybe it wasn’t even true. Skandar would never know whether Rosemary Smith had really promised him a unicorn, because – without warning, three days after the Mainland had watched unicorns race for the first time – Skandar’s mum had died.

Skandar would never have said it to Dad, or even Kenna, but part of the reason he liked the Chaos Cup so much was because it made him feel close to his mum. He imagined her watching the unicorns, the excitement building in her chest – just like it was in his – and it was as though she was there with him.

Kenna stomped into the room with a bowl of cereal balanced on her palm.

‘Really, Skar? Mayonnaise at breakfast?’ She pointed at Skandar’s smeared plate on top of the stack. ‘I keep telling you: it’s not an acceptable favourite food, little bro.’

Skandar shrugged, and Kenna laughed as she squeezed on to the sofa next to him.

‘Look at you both taking up so much room. I’ll be on the floor next year!’ Dad said, laughing.

Skandar’s heart clenched. If his exam went well, he wouldn’t be here next year. He’d be watching the Chaos Cup in person, on the Island, and he’d have his very own unicorn.

‘Kenna, cards on the table! Favourite?’ Dad asked her, leaning round Skandar.

She stared at the television, munching moodily.

‘Earlier she said Aspen and New-Age Frost won’t win,’ Skandar piped up, looking for a reaction.

It worked. ‘Maybe another year Aspen will do it, but this isn’t a good race for a water wielder.’ Kenna tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a gesture so familiar to Skandar that it made him feel safe. Like Kenna was going to be okay, even if Skandar did leave her alone with Dad on the sofa next year.

Skandar shook his head. ‘I told you, Aspen isn’t just going to rely on the water element. She’s cleverer than that – she’ll use air, fire and earth attacks too, for sure.’

‘A rider is always best at their allied element, though, Skar. That’s why it’s called allied – duh! Say Aspen did use a fire attack, it’s not going to compare with anything an actual fire wielder...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title Page
• Dedication
• Map of The Island
• Prologue
• Chapter One: The Thief
• Chapter Two: Locked Out
• Chapter Three: The Hatchery Exam
• Chapter Four: The Mirror Cliffs
• Chapter Five: The Tunnel of the Living
• Chapter Six: Scoundrel’s Luck
• Chapter Seven: The Death Element
• Chapter Eight: The Eyrie
• Chapter Nine: The Fault Lines
• Chapter Ten: Silver Trouble
• Chapter Eleven: Island Secrets
• Chapter Twelve: Mutation
• Chapter Thirteen: Chocolate Custard
• Chapter Fourteen: The Fire Festival
• Chapter Fifteen: Stampede
• Chapter Sixteen: Sky Battles
• Chapter Seventeen: The Spirit Den
• Chapter Eighteen: The Triumph Tree
• Chapter Nineteen: The Graveyard
• Chapter Twenty: The Training Trial
• Chapter Twenty-One: The Weaver
• Chapter Twenty-Two: Home
• Acknowledgments
• About the Author
• Copyright