Reckless 1 : The Petrified Flesh
(Sprache: Englisch)
Enter the magical world behind the Mirrors... the thrilling first instalment in the Reckless series by renowned, bestselling author Cornelia Funke.
Jacob has uncovered the doorway to another world, hidden behind a mirror. It is a place of dark...
Jacob has uncovered the doorway to another world, hidden behind a mirror. It is a place of dark...
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Enter the magical world behind the Mirrors... the thrilling first instalment in the Reckless series by renowned, bestselling author Cornelia Funke.Jacob has uncovered the doorway to another world, hidden behind a mirror. It is a place of dark magic and enchanted objects, scheming dwarves and fearsome ogres, fairies born from water and men born from stone.
Here, he hunts for treasure and seeks adventure in the company of Fox - a beautiful, shapeshifting girl, who guides and guards him.
But now Jacob's younger brother has followed him into the mirrored world, and all that was freedom has turned to fear. Because a deadly curse has been spoken; and Jacob must risk his life to reverse it, before his brother is turned to stone forever...
Revised and updated by Cornelia Funke, The Petrified Flesh is the first book in the thrilling Reckless series.
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2Twelve Years Later
The sun already stood low over the walls of the burned ruin,
but Will was still asleep, exhausted from the pain and the fear
of what would was growing in his flesh. One mistake. After
twelve years of caution.
Jacob covered his brother with his cloak and looked up
at the sky. The two moons were already visible and the setting
sun blackened the surrounding hills. He had made this
world his home. Twelve years were a long time. By fourteen
he already couldn t count the months he had spent behind the
mirror, despite his mother s tears, despite her helpless fear for
him Where have you been, Jacob? Please! Tell me! How?
How could he have told her without loosing the precious freedom
the mirror granted him, all the life he had found behind
it, the feeling to be so much more himself behind its glass.
Where have you been, Jacob? She had never found out.
He had told Will of this world, convinced his brother
would believe it all to be nothing but a fairy tale. He should
have known him better. Why didn t he realize that his stories
would fill Will with the same yearning that drove him
through the mirror? Be honest, Jacob, you didn t want to think
about it. No. He had longed to share what he had found with
someone, and as his father s study had kept the mirror s
secret for so many years, it had been far too easy to convince
himself that it would be safe there forever.
Maybe it would have been if he hadn t been so eager to
go back. He had forgotten only once to lock the door, and
his hand was already pressed against the dark glass when
Will walked in. It is so tempting to escape one s bad conscience
by changing worlds. Everything in the apartment
had reminded Jacob that he had been looking for a glass shoe
while his mother was dying. You have deserted her, Jacob,
her empty room had whispered. Exactly like your father.
In fairy tales the heroes are punished when they run
away from a task. The
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heroes, not their younger brothers
The wounds on Will s neck healed well, but the stone
already showed in his left arm. It was jade. That was unusual.
Mostly it was carnelian, jasper, moonstone
He has already the scent of a Goyl. The vixen moved
out of the shadows cast by the crumbling walls. Her fur
was as red as if autumn itself had dyed it. Over her hind
leg it was streaked with pale scars. It had been almost five
years since Jacob had freed Fox from the iron teeth of a
poacher s trap, and she had guarded his sleep ever since,
warning him of dangers that his dull human senses could
not detect, giving advice that was best followed.
What are you waiting for? Wake him and take him back.
We ve been here for hours. The impatience in her voice
was hard to miss. That s what we came here for, isn t it?
Jacob looked at his sleeping brother. Yes, that s why
he had brought Will back to the tower: to take him back
to the other world. But how was he supposed to live there
growing a skin of jade? Jacob walked under the arch which
held the scorched remnants of the castle s doors. A Heinzel
scampered off as Jacob s shadow fell on him. It was barely
bigger than a mouse, with red eyes above a pointy nose, and
pants and shirt sewn from stolen human clothes. The ruin
was swarming with them.
I changed my mind, he said. There s nothing in the
other world that can help him.
Jacob had tried to tell Fox years ago about the world
he came from, but she didn t want to hear about it. What
she knew was enough: the place to which he disappeared
far too often to bring bac
The wounds on Will s neck healed well, but the stone
already showed in his left arm. It was jade. That was unusual.
Mostly it was carnelian, jasper, moonstone
He has already the scent of a Goyl. The vixen moved
out of the shadows cast by the crumbling walls. Her fur
was as red as if autumn itself had dyed it. Over her hind
leg it was streaked with pale scars. It had been almost five
years since Jacob had freed Fox from the iron teeth of a
poacher s trap, and she had guarded his sleep ever since,
warning him of dangers that his dull human senses could
not detect, giving advice that was best followed.
What are you waiting for? Wake him and take him back.
We ve been here for hours. The impatience in her voice
was hard to miss. That s what we came here for, isn t it?
Jacob looked at his sleeping brother. Yes, that s why
he had brought Will back to the tower: to take him back
to the other world. But how was he supposed to live there
growing a skin of jade? Jacob walked under the arch which
held the scorched remnants of the castle s doors. A Heinzel
scampered off as Jacob s shadow fell on him. It was barely
bigger than a mouse, with red eyes above a pointy nose, and
pants and shirt sewn from stolen human clothes. The ruin
was swarming with them.
I changed my mind, he said. There s nothing in the
other world that can help him.
Jacob had tried to tell Fox years ago about the world
he came from, but she didn t want to hear about it. What
she knew was enough: the place to which he disappeared
far too often to bring bac
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Autoren-Porträt von Cornelia Funke
Cornelia Funke is the highly acclaimed, award-winning and bestselling author of the Inkheart trilogy, Dragon Rider, The Thief Lord and numerous other children's novels and picture books. Born in 1958 in the German town of Dorsten, she worked as a social worker for a few years before turning first to illustration and then to writing. Her books have now sold more than 20 million copies worldwide, and have been translated into 37 languages.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Cornelia Funke
- Altersempfehlung: 13 - 17 Jahre
- 2021, 352 Seiten, Maße: 20,1 x 19,7 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Übersetzer: Oliver Latsch
- Verlag: Pushkin Press
- ISBN-10: 1782691243
- ISBN-13: 9781782691242
- Erscheinungsdatum: 23.02.2017
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"A haunting story of loyalty, betrayal, magic and danger" Sunday Times"Magical and full of surprises - find a child to read it to as an excuse, or just indulge" The Lady
"A superb series of books. They are certainly intriguing and mesmerising in the telling" The School Librarian
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