Dandelion Fire
Book 2 of the 100 Cupboards
(Sprache: Englisch)
Henry York Never hatte davon geträumt, dass im seine Zeit in Kansas die Tür zu Abenteuern öffnen würde. Aber gleich hundert? Als er auf der Farm seiner Tante und seinem Onkel zu Besuch ist, entdeckt er, dass die Schranktüren, die sich hinter der Wand seines...
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Henry York Never hatte davon geträumt, dass im seine Zeit in Kansas die Tür zu Abenteuern öffnen würde. Aber gleich hundert? Als er auf der Farm seiner Tante und seinem Onkel zu Besuch ist, entdeckt er, dass die Schranktüren, die sich hinter der Wand seines Zimmers befinden, die Pforten zu anderen Welten sind. Als sich sein Besuch zum Ende zuneigt, fällt er eine kühne Entscheidung: Er muss in den anderen Welten herausfinden, woher er kommt und wer sein Eltern sind. Die Spur wird ihn von einer Welt in die nächste führen. Dabei begegnet er Zauberern und Feen und schließlich: dem Bösen von Endor. Aber diesmal ist die Hexe nicht allein ...
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The bestselling and highly acclaimed 100 Cupboards series continues with its action-packed second book, Dandelion Fire. Perfect for readers who love Percy Jackson, the Unwanteds, and Beyonders!Henry has discovered that the 100 cupboard doors hidden behind his bedroom wall are actually portals to other worlds. Now he must go through the cupboards to find the truth about where he s from and who his real parents are. Along the way, Henry is suddenly struck with a gift of magic a magic that burns so brightly it attracts unwanted attention. As he discovers the strength of his new powers, he is chased by wizards and faeren and ultimately forced into battle with Nimiane, the evil witch-queen. And this time, the witch is not alone .
"A must-read series." The Washington Post
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CHAPTER ONEKansas is not easily impressed. It has seen houses fly and cattle soar. When funnel clouds walk through the wheat, big hail falls behind. As the biggest stones melt, turtles and mice and fish and even men can be seen frozen inside. And Kansas is not surprised.
Henry York had seen things in Kansas, things he didn t think belonged in this world. Things that didn t. Kansas hadn t flinched.
The soles of Henry s shoes were twenty feet off the ground. He had managed to slide open the heavy door in the barn loft, and after brushing the rust and flakes of red paint off his hands, he d seated himself on the dust-covered planks and looked out over the ripening fields. Henry s feet dangled, but Kansas sprawled.
Henry had changed in the short weeks since he d stepped off the bus from Boston, been smothered by Aunt Dotty and taken to the old farmhouse, to the attic to a new existence. He looked different, too, and it wasn t just the cut across the backs of his fingers. That was scarring worse than it needed to only because he couldn t stop himself from picking at it. The burns on his jaw were a lot more noticeable and had begun scarring as well. He didn t like touching them. But he had to. Especially the one below his ear. It was turning into a divot as wide as his fingertip.
What had changed most about Henry York was inside his head. Things he had always known no longer seemed true. A world that had always felt like a slow and stable and even boring machine had suddenly come to life. And it was far from tame. He d uncovered a wall of doors in his attic room, and now he didn t know who he was. He didn t know who his real parents were or whether he was even in the right world. He didn t really know anything. Strangely, that was more comfortable than thinking that he did.
One month before, fresh off the bus from Boston, he would have been nervous sitting where he was, slowly bouncing his heels on the wall of the barn. One month before, he wouldn t
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have believed that he could hit a baseball. Something wheezed beside him, and Henry turned. One month before, the world was still normal, and creatures like this one didn t exist.
The raggant sniffed loudly and settled onto his haunches. His wings were tucked back against his rough charcoal skin and his blunt horn was, as always, lifted in the air.
Henry smiled. He always did when he looked at the animal. It was so proud and so very unaware of how it looked. At least Henry thought it had to be. Shaped like a small basset hound but wearing wings and a rhino s face and skin, it was far from beautiful, but that didn t stop it from being as proud and stubborn as a peacock. Like an otherworldly bloodhound, it had found Henry, cracking the plaster in the attic wall from inside a cupboard. The raggant had started everything. Whoever it was that had sent the raggant had started everything. Henry couldn t even imagine who that might be.
Do you know how strange you look? Henry asked, and he reached over and grabbed the loose skin on the creature s neck. It felt like sand-based dough, and as he squeezed, the raggant closed its black eyes and a low moan sputtered in its chest.
I want to see you fly, Henry said. You know I will. He glanced down at the ground and then back at the raggant. He could push it. Then it would have to fly. But it just might be proud enough not to, proud enough to tuck its wings tight and bounce in the tall grass. Sometime, Henry said.
The afternoon sun was falling, and Henry knew it wouldn t be long before the barn s shadow stretched across acres. Worse, it wouldn t be long before the fields and the barn and all of Kansas became part of his past. His parents had been back from their ill-fated bicycle t
The raggant sniffed loudly and settled onto his haunches. His wings were tucked back against his rough charcoal skin and his blunt horn was, as always, lifted in the air.
Henry smiled. He always did when he looked at the animal. It was so proud and so very unaware of how it looked. At least Henry thought it had to be. Shaped like a small basset hound but wearing wings and a rhino s face and skin, it was far from beautiful, but that didn t stop it from being as proud and stubborn as a peacock. Like an otherworldly bloodhound, it had found Henry, cracking the plaster in the attic wall from inside a cupboard. The raggant had started everything. Whoever it was that had sent the raggant had started everything. Henry couldn t even imagine who that might be.
Do you know how strange you look? Henry asked, and he reached over and grabbed the loose skin on the creature s neck. It felt like sand-based dough, and as he squeezed, the raggant closed its black eyes and a low moan sputtered in its chest.
I want to see you fly, Henry said. You know I will. He glanced down at the ground and then back at the raggant. He could push it. Then it would have to fly. But it just might be proud enough not to, proud enough to tuck its wings tight and bounce in the tall grass. Sometime, Henry said.
The afternoon sun was falling, and Henry knew it wouldn t be long before the barn s shadow stretched across acres. Worse, it wouldn t be long before the fields and the barn and all of Kansas became part of his past. His parents had been back from their ill-fated bicycle t
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Autoren-Porträt von N. D. Wilson
N. D. WILSON lives and writes in the top of a tall, skinny house only one block from where he was born. But his bestselling novels, including the highly acclaimed 100 Cupboards series, have traveled far and wide and have been translated into dozens of languages. He and his wife have five young storytellers of their own, along with an unreasonable number of pets. You can visit him online at ndwilson.com.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: N. D. Wilson
- Altersempfehlung: 8 - 12 Jahre
- 2009, Repr., 480 Seiten, Maße: 13,3 x 19,4 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0375838848
- ISBN-13: 9780375838842
- Erscheinungsdatum: 17.12.2009
Sprache:
Englisch
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