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-Titulo Original : The Last Apprentice (revenge Of The Witch)
-Fabricante :
Greenwillow Books
-Descripcion Original:
For years, Old Gregory has been the Spook for the county, ridding the local villages of evil. Now his time is coming to an end. But who will take over for him? Twenty-nine apprentices have tried-some floundered, some fled, some failed to stay alive.Only Thomas Ward is left. Hes the last hope, the last apprentice. About the Author Joseph DELANEY is the author of the internationally best-selling The Last Apprentice series, which is now a major motion picture, Seventh Son. He is a former English teacher who lives in the heart of boggart territory in Lancashire, England. His village has a boggart called the Hall Knocker, which was laid to rest under the step of a house near the church. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The Last Apprentice: Revenge of the WitchBy Joseph DelaneyHarperCollins Publishers, Inc.Copyright © 2006Joseph DelaneyAll right reserved.ISBN: 0060766204Chapter OneA Seventh SonWhen the Spook arrived, the light was already beginning to fail. It had been a long, hard day, and I was ready for my supper.Youre sure hes a seventh son? he asked. He was looking down at me and shaking his head doubtfully.Dad nodded.And you were a seventh son, too?Dad nodded again and started stamping his feet impatiently, splattering my breeches with droplets of brown mud and manure. The rain was dripping from the peak of his cap. It had been raining for most of the month. There were new leaves on the trees, but the spring weather was a long time coming.My dad was a farmer and his father had been a farmer, too, and the first rule of farming is to keep the farm together. You cant just divide it up among your children; it would get smaller and smaller with each generation until there was nothing left. So a father leaves his farm to his eldest son. Then he finds jobs for the rest. If possible, he tries to find each a trade.He needs lots of favors for that. The local blacksmith is one option, especially if the farm is big and hes given the blacksmith plenty of work. Then its odds on that the blacksmith will offer an apprenticeship, but thats still only one son sorted out.I was his seventh, and by the time it came to me all the favors had been used up. Dad was so desperate that he was trying to get the Spook to take me on as his apprentice. Or at least thats what I thought at the time. I should have guessed that Mam was behind it.She was behind a lot of things. Long before I was born, it was her money that had bought our farm. How else could a seventh son have afforded it? And Mam wasnt County. She came from a land far across the sea. Most people couldnt tell, but sometimes, if you listened very carefully, there was a slight difference in the way she pronounced certain words.Still, dont imagine that I was being sold into slavery or something. I was bored with farming anyway, and what they called the town was hardly more than a village in the back of beyond. It was certainly no place that I wanted to spend the rest of my life. So in one way I quite liked the idea of being a spook; it was much more interesting than milking cows and spreading manure.It made me nervous though, because it was a scary job. I was going to learn how to protect farms and villages from things that go bump in the night. Dealing with ghouls, boggarts, and all manner of wicked beasties would be all in a days work. Thats what the Spook did, and I was going to be his apprentice.How old is he? asked the Spook.Hell be thirteen come August.Bit small for his age. Can he read and write?Aye, Dad answered. He can do both, and he also knows Greek. His mam taught him, and he could speak it almost before he could walk.The Spook nodded and looked back across the muddy path beyond the gate toward the farmhouse, as if he were listening for something. Then he shrugged. Its a hard enough life for a man, never mind a boy, he said. Think hes up to it?Hes strong and hell be as big as me when
-Fabricante :
Greenwillow Books
-Descripcion Original:
For years, Old Gregory has been the Spook for the county, ridding the local villages of evil. Now his time is coming to an end. But who will take over for him? Twenty-nine apprentices have tried-some floundered, some fled, some failed to stay alive.Only Thomas Ward is left. Hes the last hope, the last apprentice. About the Author Joseph DELANEY is the author of the internationally best-selling The Last Apprentice series, which is now a major motion picture, Seventh Son. He is a former English teacher who lives in the heart of boggart territory in Lancashire, England. His village has a boggart called the Hall Knocker, which was laid to rest under the step of a house near the church. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The Last Apprentice: Revenge of the WitchBy Joseph DelaneyHarperCollins Publishers, Inc.Copyright © 2006Joseph DelaneyAll right reserved.ISBN: 0060766204Chapter OneA Seventh SonWhen the Spook arrived, the light was already beginning to fail. It had been a long, hard day, and I was ready for my supper.Youre sure hes a seventh son? he asked. He was looking down at me and shaking his head doubtfully.Dad nodded.And you were a seventh son, too?Dad nodded again and started stamping his feet impatiently, splattering my breeches with droplets of brown mud and manure. The rain was dripping from the peak of his cap. It had been raining for most of the month. There were new leaves on the trees, but the spring weather was a long time coming.My dad was a farmer and his father had been a farmer, too, and the first rule of farming is to keep the farm together. You cant just divide it up among your children; it would get smaller and smaller with each generation until there was nothing left. So a father leaves his farm to his eldest son. Then he finds jobs for the rest. If possible, he tries to find each a trade.He needs lots of favors for that. The local blacksmith is one option, especially if the farm is big and hes given the blacksmith plenty of work. Then its odds on that the blacksmith will offer an apprenticeship, but thats still only one son sorted out.I was his seventh, and by the time it came to me all the favors had been used up. Dad was so desperate that he was trying to get the Spook to take me on as his apprentice. Or at least thats what I thought at the time. I should have guessed that Mam was behind it.She was behind a lot of things. Long before I was born, it was her money that had bought our farm. How else could a seventh son have afforded it? And Mam wasnt County. She came from a land far across the sea. Most people couldnt tell, but sometimes, if you listened very carefully, there was a slight difference in the way she pronounced certain words.Still, dont imagine that I was being sold into slavery or something. I was bored with farming anyway, and what they called the town was hardly more than a village in the back of beyond. It was certainly no place that I wanted to spend the rest of my life. So in one way I quite liked the idea of being a spook; it was much more interesting than milking cows and spreading manure.It made me nervous though, because it was a scary job. I was going to learn how to protect farms and villages from things that go bump in the night. Dealing with ghouls, boggarts, and all manner of wicked beasties would be all in a days work. Thats what the Spook did, and I was going to be his apprentice.How old is he? asked the Spook.Hell be thirteen come August.Bit small for his age. Can he read and write?Aye, Dad answered. He can do both, and he also knows Greek. His mam taught him, and he could speak it almost before he could walk.The Spook nodded and looked back across the muddy path beyond the gate toward the farmhouse, as if he were listening for something. Then he shrugged. Its a hard enough life for a man, never mind a boy, he said. Think hes up to it?Hes strong and hell be as big as me when
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