The Magician Next Door

by Rachel Chivers Khoo, Alice McKinley (Illustrator)

Overview

An enchanting adventure about a flying house and the power of friendship, from the author of The Wishkeeper’s Apprentice

Ten-year-old Callie is desperately homesick. She misses everything about living in London—the apartment building where everyone has known her since she was a baby, her best friend, all the places that remind her of her mother, who died three years ago. She doesn’t care to get to know Northern Ireland, no matter how friendly her next-door neighbor Sam is. Then a magical house crash-lands upside down in Callie’s backyard, and its magician, Winnifred, turns to Callie for help. The Wanderdust that powers the house and keeps it (and Winnifred) healthy has flown away, leaving Winnifred at the mercy of malicious fairies and dangerous giants. She can’t leave her house, so it’s up to an eager Sam and a reluctant Callie to find the missing Wanderdust and bring it home again. And maybe, along the way, figure out what home means to Callie.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781536244151
Publisher:	Candlewick Press
Publication date:	04/15/2025
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Age Range:	7 - 10 Years

About the Author

Rachel Chivers Khoo is the author of The Wishkeeper’s Apprentice. She spent much of her childhood reading books from her local library, and when she was nine, she promised an invisible tiger that one day she would write her own stories. She lives in Oxford, England, with her husband, two young sons, and far too many books.

Alice McKinley wanted to be a dalmatian when she grew up. But unfortunately, she didn’t have a magician next door to make that dream a reality, so she ended up becoming an author-illustrator instead. Her books include The Dodos Did It! and Nine Lives Newton. Alice McKinley lives in England.

Read an Excerpt

1
The Magician’s House
 
Winnifred Potts sat at her kitchen table and eyed the precious jar in front of her. Thousands of golden specks of Wanderdust swirled inside the glass container. Winnifred sensed the restless excitement; the same excitement was inside her own heart. Tonight was the night.
   The magician busied herself boxing up breakables and tying down furniture. It had been a few years since she’d last traveled via Wanderdust, but she remembered a lot of jostling and bumps along the way. At the snap of Winnifred’s fingers, a crystal vase swooped from the mantelpiece and was engulfed in Bubble Wrap before lowering itself gently into a cardboard box.
   “Wherever we go, we go together,” Winnifred sang. In so many ways, she and the house were one. They were like a tortoise and its shell.
   The house continued to pack itself. Winnifred watched patiently as a rope tethered the last chair to the table. Then she lifted the jar of Wanderdust and loosened the lid, allowing a few glittering specks to escape.
   Adventure rippled into the air.
   She took a deep breath. Her eyes flashed, changing from chestnut brown to sparkling gold. She placed the glass jar on the table and removed the lid completely. A steady stream of golden dust rose out of the container.
   Winnifred stretched her hand into the Wanderdust, like a small child reaching out into the rain. Amber flecks covered her palm. She felt a lightness in her step, and the sense of adventure in her heart continued to grow. Despite her great age, she felt young again.
   “Where are you taking us?” Winnifred asked the Wanderdust. “Where, oh where, oh where are you taking us?”
   As if in reply, the sparkling dust swooped downwards and escaped through the crack under her front door. Winnifred smiled as she made her way to the bay window in the living room. From the window, she watched as the dust flowed around the torrents of ivy that tumbled down the tree trunks of the forest she’d lived in these last years. Her familiar surroundings were soon obscured by thousands upon thousands upon thousands of golden specks.
   She had grown to love forest life, but it wasn’t good to get too comfortable. The Wanderdust was whispering into her heart; it was time to move on. Who knew what view she would see tomorrow?
   A seascape, a rainforest, a mountaintop panorama? The whole wide world was waiting. There were so many wondrous places to see.
   The Wanderdust was multiplying and growing in strength by the minute. Moving a magician’s house was a mighty task.
   Winnifred sat down in her favorite armchair and lifted a half-forgotten mug of nettle tea. The armchair nudged itself gently towards the window, careful not to spill Winnifred’s drink. She patted the armrest in gratitude. Then she set her mug down and opened her arms wide.
   “Off we go, then,” she said to the house. “Up and away we go!”