Silver in the Bone

Informationen zum Autor 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. She sold her first book as a senior in college at William & Mary in Virginia, and later moved to New York City to work in children's book publishing. Today she is a #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, with books available around the world in over 15 languages. She lives in Arizona with her tiny pup, Tennyson, in a house that's overflowing with books. Klappentext INSTANT #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • From the critically acclaimed author of Lore comes a stunning contemporary fantasy inspired by Celtic lorethe tale of a teenage girl who seeks her destiny in the cursed ruins of Avalon, driven by love, revenge, and pure adrenaline! " Simmering with magic, peril, romance, and heartbreak ." Leigh Bardugo, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Shadow and Bone Born without a trace of magic, Tamsin Lark is no match for the sorceresses and Hollowers who populate the magical underground of Boston. But when the only parent she's ever known disappears without so much as a goodbye, she has no choice but to join in their cutthroat pursuit of enchanted relics to keep herselfand her brother, Cabellalive. Ten years later, rumors are swirling that her guardian found a powerful ring from Arthurian legend just before he vanished. A run-in with her rival Emrys ignites Tamsin's hope that the ring could free Cabell from a curse that threatens both of them. But they aren't the only ones who covet the ring. As word spreads, greedy Hollowers start circling, and many would kill to have it for themselves. While Emrys is the last person Tamsin would choose to partner with, she needs all the help she can get to edge out her competitors in the race for the ring. Together, they dive headfirst into a vipers' nest of dark magic, exposing a deadly secret with the power to awaken ghosts of the past and shatter her last hope of saving her brother. . . . Leseprobe SEVEN YEARS AGO Lancashire, England The first thing you learned on the job as a Hollower was to never trust your eyes. Nash, of course, had a different way of saying it: All sorcery is half illusion. The other half, unfortunately, was blood-soaked terror. In that moment, though, I wasn't scared. I was as angry as a spit­ting cat. They'd left me behind. Again. I braced my hands on either side of the garden shed's doorframe, drawing as close as I could to the enchanted passageway without en­tering. Hollowers called these dark tunnels Veins because they carried you from one location to another in an instant. In this case, to the vault of a long-dead sorceress, containing her most prized possessions. I checked the time on the cracked screen of Nash's ancient cell phone. It had been forty-eight minutes since I watched them disappear into the Vein. I hadn't been able to run fast enough to catch up, and if they'd heard my shouts, they'd ignored me. The phone screen blinked to black as the battery finally croaked. Hello? I called, fiddling with the key they'd left in the lockone of the sorceress's finger bones, dipped into a bit of her blood. I'm not going back to camp, so you may as well just tell me when it's safe to come in! Do you hear me? Only the passage answered, breathing out whorls of snow. Great. The Sorceress Edda had chosen to put her collection of relics some­where even colder than England in the winter. The fact that Cabell and Nash weren't answering had my insides squirming. But Nash had never been deterred by the promise of dan­ger, and he was about to disc...

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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. She sold her first book as a senior in college at William & Mary in Virginia, and later moved to New York City to work in children's book publishing. Today she is a #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, with books available around the world in over 15 languages. She lives in Arizona with her tiny pup, Tennyson, in a house that's overflowing with books.

Klappentext

*INSTANT #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • From the critically acclaimed author of Lore* comes a stunning contemporary fantasy inspired by Celtic lore—the tale of a teenage girl who seeks her destiny in the cursed ruins of Avalon, driven by love, revenge, and pure adrenaline!

"Simmering with magic, peril, romance, and heartbreak." ***—Leigh Bardugo, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Shadow and Bone*

Born without a trace of magic, Tamsin Lark is no match for the sorceresses and Hollowers who populate the magical underground of Boston. But when the only parent she’s ever known disappears without so much as a goodbye, she has no choice but to join in their cutthroat pursuit of enchanted relics to keep herself—and her brother, Cabell—alive.

Ten years later, rumors are swirling that her guardian found a powerful ring from Arthurian legend just before he vanished. A run-in with her rival Emrys ignites Tamsin’s hope that the ring could free Cabell from a curse that threatens both of them. But they aren’t the only ones who covet the ring.

As word spreads, greedy Hollowers start circling, and many would kill to have it for themselves. While Emrys is the last person Tamsin would choose to partner with, she needs all the help she can get to edge out her competitors in the race for the ring. Together, they dive headfirst into a vipers’ nest of dark magic, exposing a deadly secret with the power to awaken ghosts of the past and shatter her last hope of saving her brother. . . .

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  Leseprobe
  SEVEN YEARS AGO

  *Lancashire, England

• The first thing you learned on the job as a Hollower was to never trust your eyes.

  Nash, of course, had a different way of saying it: All sorcery is half illusion. The other half, unfortunately, was blood-soaked terror.

  In that moment, though, I wasn t scared. I was as angry as a spit­ting cat.

  They d left me behind. Again.

  I braced my hands on either side of the garden shed s doorframe, drawing as close as I could to the enchanted passageway without en­tering. Hollowers called these dark tunnels Veins because they carried you from one location to another in an instant. In this case, to the vault of a long-dead sorceress, containing her most prized possessions.

  I checked the time on the cracked screen of Nash s ancient cell phone. It had been forty-eight minutes since I watched them disappear into the Vein. I hadn t been able to run fast enough to catch up, and if they d heard my shouts, they d ignored me.

  The phone screen blinked to black as the battery finally croaked.

  Hello? I called, fiddling with the key they d left in the lock one of the sorceress s finger bones, dipped into a bit of her blood. I m not going back to camp, so you may as well just tell me when it s safe to come in! Do you hear me?

  Only the passage answered, breathing out whorls of snow. Great. The Sorceress Edda had chosen to put her collection of relics some­where even colder than England in the winter.

  The fact that Cabell and Nash weren t answering had my insides squirming. But Nash had never been deterred by the promise of dan­ger, and he was about to discover I wouldn t be deterred by anyone, least of all my rotten bastard of a guardian.

  Cabell? I said, louder this time. The cold gripped my words, leaving white streaks in the air. A shiver rippled through me. Is every­thing all right? I m coming in whether you want me to or not!
  Of cours…