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The Twilight Box |
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Coming November 2007 |
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"This excellent book should, with its prequel, be part of every school library's collection." "Excellent" rating.
- Krista
Johansen
"A brilliant fantasy of adventure and magic, by the much-awarded author of The Separated." -theforce.net "This volume
raises some serious matters such as the issue of race and what it can mean
to be perceived as “different.” The story involves magical creatures, an
evil sorceress, and youthful, romantic stirrings. It touches on slavery
and brutality, put forward in a well-written tale that will be appreciated
by those who love fantasy. Where the first book in the series was written
with a medieval Italian flavour, this tale reads more like something out
of the Arabian Nights which is not a bad setting for a story that takes
place in another world where magic can be part of the daily life."
"This is a story that brings to mind the oral
traditions of our past where everyone sat around a storyteller, all ears
attuned to the melodic sounds of the story with hearts thumping as the
adventure unfolds." |
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Troon and Chinook She was born in Canada but grew up in Cornwall, England. After schooling, she returned to Canada and now lives near Toronto, where she writes and teaches. She writes in a range of genres--picture books,
teen novels, and junior chapter books-some 22 books in all. |
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Excerpt from The Twilight Box The horses surged forward with sand spraying from their hooves and the moon floating tiny in their eyes; their flaring nostrils sucked at wind. Noleena crouched over Dune Dancer’s neck, her face whipped by flying mane, and laughed aloud with exhilaration; the mare’s ears flicked back to catch the sound before it was torn away. The drumming rhythm of hoof beats filled Noleena’s head. For a moment she closed her eyes and felt darkness rushing past her, the world spinning beneath pounding hooves, stars wheeling overhead, and power coursing through the mare as she plunged swiftly into the desert’s vast fields of sand. Noleena had never known such freedom, such powerful rushing joy. “Noleena!” Hasani shouted beside her, and she opened her eyes to see that they were riding knee to knee and that his face was alight with excitement. He caught her hand and for a few hundred yards they flew together across the light and shadows that pattered the desert, their bodies and the bodies of the horses all one united mass of muscle and movement. Then, at the touch of Hasani’s legs, Sun Runner veered off and their joined hands parted. |
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