Winter War Awakening
(Sprache: Englisch)
"Prepare to be spellbound" in this fast-paced and action-packed final installment of the Blood Rose Rebellion trilogy, perfect for fans of Six of Crows.
The Binding is broken. Mátyás is alive. And Anna Arden is on the run.
It seems, yet...
The Binding is broken. Mátyás is alive. And Anna Arden is on the run.
It seems, yet...
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"Prepare to be spellbound" in this fast-paced and action-packed final installment of the Blood Rose Rebellion trilogy, perfect for fans of Six of Crows.The Binding is broken. Mátyás is alive. And Anna Arden is on the run.
It seems, yet again, that breaking the Binding has shattered the world. And the only hope of mending it is Anna and Mátyás, working together. But it's never that simple, is it? The praetheria, the creatures once held captive by the spell, are now waging war against the Austro-Hungarian empire. And they are holding Noémi hostage--using her life to manipulate Anna and Mátyás, like marionettes on a string.
Gábor has elected to stay behind, to fight in the Hungarian army's resistance, while Anna and Mátyás search for their beloved Noémi--a mission doomed from the start, cloaked in praetherian magic. Magic that relies on illusion and misdirection. Eventually, there's only one way to save her: to split up. And to walk right into the lion's den.
When everyone thinks they're fighting each other for the same thing--freedom--can anyone truly win?
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Austria, late September 1848These mountains gave nothing back. You might offer your secrets to them, and they would be kept safe in the folded rock and jagged crevices.
You might tally your fears against them, and they would be swallowed by the immensity of stone.
You might throw yourself at them and never return.
We were too few, the five of us against these mountains, against the praetheria who might be holding my cousin Noémi in a cave buried somewhere in that imposing stretch of rock--a handful of dust against the weight of the mountains.
Night fell swiftly as we set up camp, a sweep of ink blotting out the Austrian Alps rising all around us. The walls of a military fortress, clamped on high rocks behind me, disappeared as though someone had dropped a curtain over them. But I could feel the mountains even so: craggy stone sentinels piercing the sky overhead, monoliths that would crush me as soon as shelter me. Though the September evening was mild, I shivered in the too-large secondhand dolman I wore over a boy s shirt and trousers. I wished that Gábor were here, to share his warmth--or that Mátyás would let us start a fire. But my cousin was being uncharacteristically cautious.
I squinted into the night. The mountains facing us were no longer visible, except as a wash of black at the base of a star-strewn sky. Somewhere in that darkness, Noémi waited.
Assuming, of course, that the information we had pieced together in Vienna was correct.
Two months earlier, Noémi had disappeared from Vienna while I was crusading unsuccessfully on behalf of the praetheria, the creatures I d released from the Binding spell. Before I could do anything to recover her trail, my own life had imploded, and I d been hunted from Vienna, running until I d stumbled across Mátyás and Gábor on the puszta.
Together, along with some outlaws Mátyás had befriended, we searched for Noémi
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in Buda-Pest and at Eszterháza before returning under cover to Vienna to comb the city for clues. The few crumbs of information we found there had led us to an unlikely road into these mountains, pressed like teeth against the sky.
Had we made a web of nothing--built a trail out of strands that, when pinched together, would vanish?
A flare tugged my attention back to our small camp. Zhivka held a tiny flame in her hand, and it danced, a sensuous weave of light and heat. Mátyás batted irritably at her. Put that out. Someone might see it.
She swung her hand out of reach. Oh, don t be such a wet wood. And who should see us here?
Any number of people, I thought. Austrian soldiers, come to haul me back to Vienna to suffer a death sentence for the magic that had killed Mátyás and broken the Binding. Or those same soldiers, to collect the bounty on Mátyás s head, as he and Bahad r had spent the summer as bandits on the Hungarian plains, because apparently dying once had not put sufficient fear of death into him. Or to arrest the praetherian women, Zhivka and the lidérc, for flouting the imperial Hapsburg ruling that all praetheria be sequestered. We had been cautious while gathering information in Vienna, but the lidérc stood guard some hundred or so feet from camp even now, in case our caution had not been enough.
You said yourself that praetheria sheltered in the caves, Bahad r said, his dark eyes fixed on the flame in her hand. His voice was soft, but a tightness about his eyes revealed some of his tension. If they find us here, they will kill us before we can betray their location.
It was not the na
Had we made a web of nothing--built a trail out of strands that, when pinched together, would vanish?
A flare tugged my attention back to our small camp. Zhivka held a tiny flame in her hand, and it danced, a sensuous weave of light and heat. Mátyás batted irritably at her. Put that out. Someone might see it.
She swung her hand out of reach. Oh, don t be such a wet wood. And who should see us here?
Any number of people, I thought. Austrian soldiers, come to haul me back to Vienna to suffer a death sentence for the magic that had killed Mátyás and broken the Binding. Or those same soldiers, to collect the bounty on Mátyás s head, as he and Bahad r had spent the summer as bandits on the Hungarian plains, because apparently dying once had not put sufficient fear of death into him. Or to arrest the praetherian women, Zhivka and the lidérc, for flouting the imperial Hapsburg ruling that all praetheria be sequestered. We had been cautious while gathering information in Vienna, but the lidérc stood guard some hundred or so feet from camp even now, in case our caution had not been enough.
You said yourself that praetheria sheltered in the caves, Bahad r said, his dark eyes fixed on the flame in her hand. His voice was soft, but a tightness about his eyes revealed some of his tension. If they find us here, they will kill us before we can betray their location.
It was not the na
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Autoren-Porträt von Rosalyn Eves
Rosalyn Eves is a college professor living in southern Utah and involved in the YA community there and across the country. The Blood Rose Rebellion series is her first. Find out more at RosalynEves.com and @RosalynEves.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Rosalyn Eves
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2019, Internationale Ausgabe, 432 Seiten, Maße: 13,9 x 20,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Knopf Books for Young Readers
- ISBN-10: 1984893947
- ISBN-13: 9781984893949
- Erscheinungsdatum: 19.03.2019
Sprache:
Englisch
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