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The White Mountains [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Juvenile Fiction)
  • Author:  Christopher, John
  • Author:  Christopher, John
  • ISBN-10:  1481414771
  • ISBN-10:  1481414771
  • ISBN-13:  9781481414777
  • ISBN-13:  9781481414777
  • Publisher:  Aladdin
  • Publisher:  Aladdin
  • Pages:  272
  • Pages:  272
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Dec-2014
  • Pub Date:  01-Dec-2014
  • Item ID: 100136191
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Monstrous machines rule the Earth, but a few humans are fighting for freedom in this repackaged start to a classic alien trilogy ideal for fans of Rick Yancey’sThe 5th Wave.

Will Parker never dreamed he would be the one to rebel against the Tripods. With the approach of his thirteenth birthday, he expected to attend his Capping ceremony as planned and to become connected to the Tripods—huge three-legged machines—that now control all of Earth. But after an encounter with a strange homeless man called Beanpole, Will sets out for the White Mountains, where people are said to be free from the control of the Tripods.

But even with the help of Beanpole and his friends, the journey is long and hard. And with the Tripods hunting for anyone who tries to break free, Will must reach the White Mountains fast. But the longer he’s away from his home, the more the Tripods look for him…and no one can hide from the monstrous machines forever.The White Mountains

ONE

CAPPING DAY


Apart from the one in the church tower,there were five clocks in the village that kept reasonable time, and my father owned one of them. It stood on the mantelpiece in the parlor, and every night before he went to bed he took the key from a vase, and wound it up. Once a year the clockman came from Winchester, on an old jogging packhorse, to clean and oil it and put it right. Afterward he would drink camomile tea with my mother, and tell her the news of the city and what he had learned in the villages through which he had passed. My father, if he were not busy milling, would stalk out at this time, with some contemptuous remark about gossip; but later, in the evening, I would hear my mother passing the stories on to him. He did not show much enthusiasm, but he listened to them.

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