#The thief lord crack#

I just couldn't find the roundabout! And where is that cinema? But if you found that magic merry-go-round, would you take a ride on it?' They write: 'Cornelia, Venice is exactly like you described it. I often get letters from children who have travelled to Venice and who have taken the story of Scipio, Bo, Prosper, Hornet, Mosca, and Riccio with them. I wanted children to know that such a place really exists in this world and that the real world can be just as enchanting as our beloved fantasy worlds. You can touch it, smell it, and taste it. It's nothing like Hogwarts or Middle Earth, because you too can travel to Venice. Venice is an enchanted place, but it is also very real. Where else? And so the story is set in this wonderful and mysterious town. Where I got this idea? In Venice, of course. So one day I had the idea of writing a story about a boy who has the same dream and who even pretends to be an adult. I desperately wanted to be an adult (and still find it quite exciting today). But is there one about children who want nothing more but to grow up? Children who can't wait to be allowed to do all the things only adults can do? There are many stories about children who don't want to grow up, famous stories like 'Peter Pan' or 'Pippi Longstocking'. Bo, however, would have loved to sneak with Scipio into the city's poshest houses and to steal all the amazing things the Thief Lord always brought back from his raids. Prosper and Bo, as the Thief Lord's most recent charges, had so far only been allowed to come along when the loot was sold or, like today, to do some shopping. Hornet's task was to make sure that the money from his raids was not spent too quickly. Scipio had a name for the two of them: he called them 'his eyes'. It was usually Riccio and Mosca who were sent to check out the houses Scipio planned to 'visit' at night. So far the Thief Lord had not asked him and Bo to stake out one of his targets, although Bo kept begging him to. Beats me how Scipio thinks he can get in there!' Prosper shrugged. There's something going on in there nearly every night: parties, receptions, dinners – all the posh families of Venice seem to be in and out of there all the time. I really don't know why Scipio had to pick such a palace of all places for his next raid. And until an hour ago we were standing in front of the Palazzo Pisani.

Mosca just wants to fiddle with his radio all the time. 'We've already started cleaning up.' he said. Riccio walked ahead, shining the way with his torch. Or something like that.' Hornet rolled her eyes. Can you remember the last one?' Riccio scratched his spiky head. 'Well, then he should make up passwords we can remember. ' And anyway, the special ring is enough.' 'Scipio doesn't think so.' Riccio carefully pushed the bolt across the door. 'No one can remember Scipio's passwords!' Hornet muttered as she pushed past him. His brown hair always stuck out from his head in every direction, earning him the nickname Riccio the Hedgehog. Riccio was quite a scrawny boy and at least a head shorter than Prosper, although he wasn't much younger than him. But only if Prosper doesn't tell Scipio again, like last time.' My arms are as long as a monkey's, so open the door!' Riccio opened the door, looking very worried. 'Do you see these bags in my hands, Hedgehog? I just dragged them all the way from the Rialto market. Hornet stepped up to the door and hissed through it. 'Come on, Riccio, you know we never remember the stupid password,' Prosper grumbled angrily.

#The thief lord crack#

Finally, the door opened just a crack and a suspicious voice asked: 'Password?' Bo stepped impatiently from one foot to the other. This was their sign, but it still took quite a while until something happened. He waited for a moment and then pulled it once more. Next to the door was a cord and Prosper gave it two strong tugs. Now it was the entrance to a hiding place that only six children knew anything about. The door had once been one of the cinema's emergency exits. Someone had painted 'Vietato Ingresso' in clumsy letters on it – No Entry. Hornet, Prosper, and Bo, however, only followed it as far as a metal door set in the windowless wall to their right. It led to a canal, like many of Venice's alleys and passages. A water rat scuttled away as the children felt their way along the narrow passage.