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The Burning Sea: The Warlock's Child Book One

The Burning Sea: The Warlock's Child Book One

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The Burning Sea: The Warlock's Child Book One

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18 мая 2016 г.
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9781925272338
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An exciting fantasy-adventure series by Paul Collins and Sean McMullen.
There is no lower rank than cabin boy on the warship Invincible. But Dantar knows he is important, because anyone who threatens his life gets turned into a pile of ashes. His older sister Velza is a shapecasting warrior, in a world where only men fight. Until now. Together they must solve the mystery of broken magic and escape the dragon.

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18 мая 2016 г.
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Paul Collins has written over 130 books and 140 short stories. He is best known for The Quentaris Chronicles, which he co-edits with Michael Pryor, The Jelindel Chronicles, The Earthborn Wars and The World of Grrym trilogy in collaboration with Danny Willis.Paul’s latest picture book is The Glasshouse, illustrated by Jo Thompson. Espionage space thriller, The Only Game in the Galaxy, the final exhilarating instalment of his YA series, The Maximus Black Files, was released in September 2013. Most recently he and Sean McMullen co-wrote the action-packed fantasy series, Warlock’s Child.Paul has been short-listed for many awards and won the Aurealis, William Atheling and the inaugural Peter McNamara awards. He has had two Notable Books in the Children’s Book Council of Australia Awards.


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The Burning Sea - Paul Collins

 DRAGONS

Even an invasion fleet of five hundred ships is not very impressive from three miles above, and the watcher was not impressed. This was because he was bigger and more powerful than any of the warships below.

Dravaud circled lazily on vast wings, reaching out with senses that even the most learned of human wizards could never understand. Something familiar was down there, its presence faint but distinct. It was as tiny as a spark, yet a spark could set an entire city ablaze.

The fleet was following a bank of fog the size of a province, and both were driven along by the same wind. A netting of enchantment, more finely spun than a spider’s web, bound the fog at its edges, and the right words of unbinding would dissolve the netting and disperse the fog.

By then it would be too late for the enemy. 

The dragon continued to circle, maintaining his height while he decided on which ship to select. There was the hint of another dragon down there. Only an egg or a hatchling, just a hint of life that is more than life. Are the humans taking a dragon chick into battle? Why would they do that?

DANTAR

For Dantar, the sight of the distant dragon was both exciting and terrifying. Although dragons seldom took an interest in human affairs, they were enormous and unpredictable, so humans had to take an interest in them. If

the dark, winged speck against the blue sky concluded that a few dozen burning warships would look pretty, it would not hesitate to plunge out of the sky and attack.

The weather seemed too good. In the epics that Dantar had read, great battles happened under cloudy skies, with lightning flashing in the background. On this day the sky was clear, the sea calm and the wind steady and predictable. It was as if the dragon had got the date for its attack wrong.

I’m fourteen and I should be at home, playing with the cat and doing homework, thought Dantar. Fourteen is a bad age to die. So is fifteen. Why am I here? My family is rich, I don’t need to work as a cabin boy on a warship.

Not a single member of the Invincible’s crew was below deck. Even Dantar and the three other cabin boys had been given light crossbows and told to fire at the dragon if it attacked. From the way his hands were shaking, Dantar doubted that he could hit even something the size of a ship.

All along the mid-deck the marines and sailors stood with their bows and crossbows ready, and on the forecastle and quarterdeck the artillery crews were standing by their ballistas and arbalests. If the dragon attacked it would be met with a cloud of iron bolts, arrows, firepots and arbalest lances.

Will it even notice? Dantar wondered.

Dantar was dressed as a very small sailor, and the sailors all wore white tunics over white trousers, so that they could be seen more easily if they fell overboard.

The ship was strangely quiet, and hardly anyone spoke. It was as if everyone aboard was preparing for death, because one puff of the dragon’s breath was all that was needed to destroy the ship.

The ship’s wizards and shapecasters were on the forecastle, their hands shimmering as they wove and shaped castings. They were a better defence than all the other weapons put together.

Air shapers could put turbulent winds under the dragon’s wings, and castings by the water shapers were the only shields against the firestorm of a dragon’s breath. The shapers wore robes that flowed like silk yet gleamed in the sunlight like polished steel. The cloth was indeed some sort of magical armour.

‘What’s a good age to die?’ Dantar asked aloud.

‘Maybe ninety?’ said Marko, the older youth standing next to him.

‘Sounds fair. I’m fourteen, so why can’t I come back in seventy-six years and face certain death?’

‘Because you’d be hanged for desertion.’

‘But I want to finish growing, meet girls, and get a deep voice. Instead I’m here.’

‘I’m here too.’

‘Aye, but you’re seventeen.’

Marko was everything that Dantar was not. Tall and blond, he was handsome enough to be in the king’s personal guard, and he already had a beard. When he smiled his face was strangely lop-sided, though, as if he were too sad to smile with the whole of his face. He was the closest thing to a friend that Dantar had on the ship.

Dantar thought that the best thing about his own body was that it was not much of a target. He was short, wiry and thin, and looked younger than his age. His black hair let him merge into shadows and hide, but if the entire ship got flamed, being good at hiding would not keep him alive.

About half of the people on the Invincible were new to the ship, and many of those had never met before they had come aboard. Dantar had been carrying a book when he had boarded the ship at Haldan, and Marko had come up to him and asked if he could borrow it when he had finished. Sailors who could read were rare, and for Dantar the ship seemed full of threatening strangers, so he was very relieved to

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