The Mirror of Beasts
(Sprache: Englisch)
#1 New York Times bestselling author Alexandra Bracken is back with the electrifying sequel to SILVER IN THE BONE, in which fresh betrayal ignites ancient magic to wake the dead, and a cursed girl with no magic of her own must put the past to...
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#1 New York Times bestselling author Alexandra Bracken is back with the electrifying sequel to SILVER IN THE BONE, in which fresh betrayal ignites ancient magic to wake the dead, and a cursed girl with no magic of her own must put the past to rest.With the dream of Avalon in ruins, Tamsin and her friends are all that stands in the way of Lord Death's plans to unleash the horrors of Anwnn on the world of the living. As the Wild Hunt carves a bloody path across continents, Tamsin is mustering allies, tracking down powerful artifacts, and traversing into new otherlands in search of a way to stop him.
Legend tells of a “Mirror of Beasts,” powerful enough to trap even Lord Death in its accursed glass, but the mirror is not all that it seems. Tamsin must confront her own darkest secrets if she hopes to tap the mirror's strength to defeat her enemies.
Arthurian legend bleeds into contemporary action, and scars of the past are torn open anew by a starcrossed love that refuses to go quietly. This riveting conclusion to the Silver in the Bone duology will hold you in its thrall until the very last page.
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1No, Tamsin. To break yours.
As Nash s words faded in the air, other sounds rushed in to fill the void of silence they left behind. Distant cars and voices moving endlessly through Boston s old streets. Music from a nearby bar whispering through the walls. My upstairs neighbor pacing, his feet beating out a muted rhythm through the ceiling. The rasp of Nash s fingers torturing his hat s brim. All vying to fill the long silence that stretched between us.
And still, I couldn t bring myself to speak.
It s been a long time, I know, Nash continued, his voice gruff. A long time past too long . . .
Whatever he said next vanished beneath the roar of blood rushing in my ears. The throb of my heartbeat that seemed to make my whole body shake with the force of it. My hand closed into a fist, and before I could stop myself, before I could tame that surge of pure, unadulterated fury, I punched him.
Nash staggered back, swearing beneath his breath.
Tamsin! Neve gasped.
I shook out my stinging hand, watching with grim satisfaction as he pressed his own against his face to stanch the flow of blood from his nose. He reached up, resetting the bone with a terrible snap that made even Caitriona wince.
All right, he said, his voice muffled by his hand. He pulled a handkerchief from the pocket of his leather jacket, holding it to his face. I suppose I deserved that. Good form, by the way.
I forced myself to take several deep breaths. As quickly as the anger had come, it abandoned me, and the emotion that welled up in its place was as useless as it was unwelcome.
When I was a little girl, I used to spend hours in our Hollower guild s library tucked between the lesser-used shelves of Baltic legends and incomplete Immortalities, staring at a glass display case it seemed everyone else had forgotten about, or didn t care to remember.
The light above the polished chunk of amber inside sent a warm glow rippling over the dark
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shelves, beckoning. Inside its crystalline depths, a spider and a scorpion were knotted around one another, still locked in their battle for supremacy. Perfectly preserved by the same pit of resin that had killed them.
The amber might as well have been a window in which past could see present, and present past. It was frightening and beautiful all at once it told a story, but it was more than that. It was a sliver of time itself.
I used to think that my memory was like amber, capturing each moment that passed, preserving it in excruciatingly perfect detail. But looking at the man who had once been my guardian, the same one I d been so sure had abandoned my brother and me seven years ago as children, I began to question that.
I began to question everything.
Nash looked twenty years younger than the final memory I d captured of him. Before I d punched him, my mind had registered that the bridge of his nose was straight again, as if it had never been broken in a pub brawl, let alone three others. And his expression, so grave . . . there was none of the reckless adventurer, no sly grins or lying eyes.
Or maybe I was guilty of what I d always accused him of: mythologizing the man just to tell a better story.
Tamsy? he prompted, brow furrowing. Did you hear what I said about the curse?
Exhaustion dug its claws into me. My lips parted, but the only words spinning through my mind were the ones he had spoken. No, Tamsin, to break yours.
You don t believe me, I see it in your eyes. He glanced toward the door, momentarily distracted by the way it seemed to rattle as the wind picked up. But I need you to listen to m
The amber might as well have been a window in which past could see present, and present past. It was frightening and beautiful all at once it told a story, but it was more than that. It was a sliver of time itself.
I used to think that my memory was like amber, capturing each moment that passed, preserving it in excruciatingly perfect detail. But looking at the man who had once been my guardian, the same one I d been so sure had abandoned my brother and me seven years ago as children, I began to question that.
I began to question everything.
Nash looked twenty years younger than the final memory I d captured of him. Before I d punched him, my mind had registered that the bridge of his nose was straight again, as if it had never been broken in a pub brawl, let alone three others. And his expression, so grave . . . there was none of the reckless adventurer, no sly grins or lying eyes.
Or maybe I was guilty of what I d always accused him of: mythologizing the man just to tell a better story.
Tamsy? he prompted, brow furrowing. Did you hear what I said about the curse?
Exhaustion dug its claws into me. My lips parted, but the only words spinning through my mind were the ones he had spoken. No, Tamsin, to break yours.
You don t believe me, I see it in your eyes. He glanced toward the door, momentarily distracted by the way it seemed to rattle as the wind picked up. But I need you to listen to m
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Autoren-Porträt von Alexandra Bracken
ALEXANDRA BRACKEN was born in Phoenix, Arizona. The daughter of a Star Wars collector, she grew up going to an endless string of Star Wars conventions and toy fairs, which helped spark her imagination and instilled a deep love of reading. After graduating high school, she attended the College of William & Mary in Virginia, where she double-majored in English and history. She sold her first book, Brightly Woven, as a senior in college, and later moved to New York City to work in children's book publishing, first as an editorial assistant, then in marketing. After six years, she took the plunge and decided to write full-time. She now lives in Arizona with her tiny pup, Tennyson, in a house that's overflowing with books. Alex is a #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. Her work is available across the world in over 15 languages.
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- Autor: Alexandra Bracken
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 14 Jahre
- 2024, Internationale Ausgabe, 496 Seiten, Maße: 15,2 x 22,9 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Knopf Books for Young Readers
- ISBN-10: 0593896580
- ISBN-13: 9780593896587
- Erscheinungsdatum: 30.07.2024
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"With numerous plot twists and surprising reveals, this epic story, which features a racially diverse cast, wraps up with a satisfying ending." Kirkus Reviews
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