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The Land of the Silver Apples [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Juvenile Fiction)
  • Author:  Farmer, Nancy
  • Author:  Farmer, Nancy
  • ISBN-10:  1481443097
  • ISBN-10:  1481443097
  • ISBN-13:  9781481443098
  • ISBN-13:  9781481443098
  • Publisher:  Saga Press
  • Publisher:  Saga Press
  • Pages:  528
  • Pages:  528
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Dec-2015
  • Pub Date:  01-Dec-2015
  • SKU:  1481443097-11-MING
  • SKU:  1481443097-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100127417
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“Like the druidic life force Jack taps, this hearty adventure, as personal as it is epic, will cradle readers in the ‘hollow of its hand’ (Booklist, starred review).

Jack has caused an earthquake. He was trying to save his sister Lucy from being thrown down a well, but sometimes the magic doesn’t quite work out. Not only does Jack demolish a monastery, but Lucy is carried off by the Lady of the Lake, and Jack has to follow her through the Hollow Road, which lies underground.

Aided by Pega, a slave, and the berserker Thorgil, Jack encounters hobgoblins, kelpies, yarthkins, and elves—not the enchanted sprites one would expect, but fallen angels who steal human children for pets. In the eighth century, the world is caught between belief in the Old Gods and Christianity, and what Jack and his companions do will decide the fate of both religions.

From National Book Award winner Nancy Farmer, this second book in the Sea of Trolls trilogy brilliantly enlarges the world of the first story. Look for the conclusion inThe Islands of the Blessed.Land of the Silver Apples

Chapter One

THE NECKLACE


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It was the middle of the night when the rooster crowed. The sun had disappeared hours ago into a mass of clouds over the western hills. From the wind buffeting the walls of the house, Jack knew a storm had rolled off the North Sea. The sky would be black as a lead mine, and even the earth, covered with snow as it was, would be invisible. The sun when it rose—if it rose—would be masked in gloom.

The rooster crowed again. Jack heard his claws scratching the bottom of his basket as if he was wondering where his soft nest had gone. And where his warm companions had hidden themselves. The rooster was alone in his little pen.

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