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-Titulo Original : Ironside A Modern Faerie Tale (the Modern Faerie Tales)
-Fabricante :
Margaret K. McElderry Books
-Descripcion Original:
As bonds of love threaten to break forever, the faerie courts will never be the same in the stunning conclusion to New York Times bestseller Holly Black’s critically acclaimed Modern Faerie Tale series. As the darkest day of the year approaches, the time has come for Roiben’s coronation. Uneasy in the midst of the malevolent Unseelie Court, pixie Kaye is sure of only one thing-her love for Roiben. But love in the realm of faerie is no simple matter, and when Kaye declares herself to Roiben during the celebration, he sends her on a seemingly impossible quest to find a faerie who can tell a lie. Unable to see Roiben until she has fulfilled his quest, Kaye calls upon her friends to help her. Their adventure will take them on a dangerous path, where Kaye finds herself at the center of the battle of wits and weapons being waged over Roiben’s throne. About the Author Holly Black is the author of bestselling contemporary fantasy books for kids and teens. Some of her titles include The Spiderwick Chronicles (with Tony DiTerlizzi), the Modern Faerie Tales series, the Curse Workers series, Doll Bones, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown, The Darkest Part of the Forest, the Magisterium series (with Cassandra Clare), and the Folk of the Air series. She has been a finalist for the Mythopoeic Award, a finalist for an Eisner Award, and the recipient of both an Andre Norton Award and a Newbery Honor. She lives in New England with her husband and son in a house with a secret door. Visit her at BlackHolly . Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter 1 1 I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape-the loneliness of it-the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it-the whole story doesn’t show. -ANDREW WYETH Human girls cry when they’re sad and laugh when they’re happy. They have a single fixed shape rather than shifting with their whims like windblown smoke. They have their very own parents, whom they love. They don’t go around stealing other girls’ mothers. At least that’s what Kaye thought human girls were like. She wouldn’t really know. After all, she wasn’t human. Fingering the hole on the left side of her fishnets, Kaye poked at the green skin underneath as she considered herself in the mirror. “Your rat wants to come,” Lutie-loo said. Kaye turned toward the lidded fish tank, where the doll-size faerie had her thin, pale fingers pressed against the outside of the glass. Inside, Kaye’s brown rat, Armageddon, sniffed the air. Isaac was curled in a white ball in the far corner. “He likes coronations.” “Can you really understand what he’s saying?” Kaye asked, pulling an olive skirt over her head and wriggling it onto her hips. “He’s just a rat,” Lutie said, turning toward Kaye. One of her moth wings dusted the side of the cage with pale powder. “Anyone can talk rat.” “Well, I can’t. Do I look too monochromatic in this?” Lutie nodded. “I like it.” Kaye heard her grandmother’s voice calling from downstairs. “Where are you? I made you a sandwich!” “Be there in a second!” Kaye shouted back. Lutie kissed the glass wall of the cage. “Well, can the rat come or not?” “I guess. Sure. I mean, if you can get him to not run away.” Kaye laced up one thick-soled black boot and limped around the room looking for its mate. Her old bed frame was in pieces in the attic, her old dolls were dressed in punk-rock finery, and above the new mattress on the floor Kaye had painted a mural where a headboard might have been. It was half finished-a tree with deep, intricate roots and gilded bark. Although she’d thought it would, the decorating still hadn’t made the room feel like hers. When he’d seen the mural, Roiben had remarked that she could glamour the room into looking any way she wanted, but a magical veneer-no matter how lovely-still didn’t seem real to her. Or maybe it seemed too real, too much a reminder of why she didn’t belong in t
-Fabricante :
Margaret K. McElderry Books
-Descripcion Original:
As bonds of love threaten to break forever, the faerie courts will never be the same in the stunning conclusion to New York Times bestseller Holly Black’s critically acclaimed Modern Faerie Tale series. As the darkest day of the year approaches, the time has come for Roiben’s coronation. Uneasy in the midst of the malevolent Unseelie Court, pixie Kaye is sure of only one thing-her love for Roiben. But love in the realm of faerie is no simple matter, and when Kaye declares herself to Roiben during the celebration, he sends her on a seemingly impossible quest to find a faerie who can tell a lie. Unable to see Roiben until she has fulfilled his quest, Kaye calls upon her friends to help her. Their adventure will take them on a dangerous path, where Kaye finds herself at the center of the battle of wits and weapons being waged over Roiben’s throne. About the Author Holly Black is the author of bestselling contemporary fantasy books for kids and teens. Some of her titles include The Spiderwick Chronicles (with Tony DiTerlizzi), the Modern Faerie Tales series, the Curse Workers series, Doll Bones, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown, The Darkest Part of the Forest, the Magisterium series (with Cassandra Clare), and the Folk of the Air series. She has been a finalist for the Mythopoeic Award, a finalist for an Eisner Award, and the recipient of both an Andre Norton Award and a Newbery Honor. She lives in New England with her husband and son in a house with a secret door. Visit her at BlackHolly . Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter 1 1 I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape-the loneliness of it-the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it-the whole story doesn’t show. -ANDREW WYETH Human girls cry when they’re sad and laugh when they’re happy. They have a single fixed shape rather than shifting with their whims like windblown smoke. They have their very own parents, whom they love. They don’t go around stealing other girls’ mothers. At least that’s what Kaye thought human girls were like. She wouldn’t really know. After all, she wasn’t human. Fingering the hole on the left side of her fishnets, Kaye poked at the green skin underneath as she considered herself in the mirror. “Your rat wants to come,” Lutie-loo said. Kaye turned toward the lidded fish tank, where the doll-size faerie had her thin, pale fingers pressed against the outside of the glass. Inside, Kaye’s brown rat, Armageddon, sniffed the air. Isaac was curled in a white ball in the far corner. “He likes coronations.” “Can you really understand what he’s saying?” Kaye asked, pulling an olive skirt over her head and wriggling it onto her hips. “He’s just a rat,” Lutie said, turning toward Kaye. One of her moth wings dusted the side of the cage with pale powder. “Anyone can talk rat.” “Well, I can’t. Do I look too monochromatic in this?” Lutie nodded. “I like it.” Kaye heard her grandmother’s voice calling from downstairs. “Where are you? I made you a sandwich!” “Be there in a second!” Kaye shouted back. Lutie kissed the glass wall of the cage. “Well, can the rat come or not?” “I guess. Sure. I mean, if you can get him to not run away.” Kaye laced up one thick-soled black boot and limped around the room looking for its mate. Her old bed frame was in pieces in the attic, her old dolls were dressed in punk-rock finery, and above the new mattress on the floor Kaye had painted a mural where a headboard might have been. It was half finished-a tree with deep, intricate roots and gilded bark. Although she’d thought it would, the decorating still hadn’t made the room feel like hers. When he’d seen the mural, Roiben had remarked that she could glamour the room into looking any way she wanted, but a magical veneer-no matter how lovely-still didn’t seem real to her. Or maybe it seemed too real, too much a reminder of why she didn’t belong in t
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