Buenos días, arrebatadores, julio está llegando a su fin y yo ya siento las vacaciones cosquilleándome en la piel. Estoy emocionadísima. ¿Qué tal lleváis la libertad?
Me gustaría empezar la entrada de hoy con un desfile de los libros que son prioridad en mi Wishlist. Tengo decidido comprarlos en un futuro cercano en tapa dura porque... son una auténtica preciosidad. Tienen unas historias de lo más intrigantes y originales y sus portadas merecen premios. ¿Qué pensáis vosotras?
Me recuerda a La selección. La postura refleja vulnerabilidad y esos cristales en forma de rosa que reflejan a la protagonista hasta el infinito dan la sensación de que la trama va a ser enrevesada y ominosa.
¿A que se parece a Bella? Jajajaja, menos mal que la cara de pocos amigos, el cuervo y esa daga prometen un misterio con mucha caña.
Sobria y terrorífica al mismo tiempo, ¿verdad? Me encanta el detalle de la corona invertida.
Otra daga en manos de una mujer de armas tomar. Me quito el sombrero ante las joyas y esa melenaza salvaje.
Un sublime homenaje a la capilla Sixtina. ¡Y va de fantasmas y amor prohibido!
Magia, laberintos, misterio... y ese título tan maravilloso.
Qué fuente tan bonita para esta novela sobre genios de la lámpara.
Mundos paralelos, Rusia y esa portada doble. Fantástica.
Casi me da la sensación de que podría leer mi futuro en esa taza...
La segunda parte de la entrada de hoy está dedicada a una novela sobre una piedra mágica que puede destruir el mundo al que ha ido a parar por error: la Tierra, en manos de Ophelia. Magia, ciencia-ficción y fantasía. No suena mal :o)
STORMLING
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STORMLING
(Stormling #1)
In an
age when Stormlings have only known peacetime, one man’s desperate action
threatens not only the stability of the mystical world of Mordana, but Earth as
well.
Teenager
Ophelia Drewe discovers a jewel that has been lost from its homeworld, and
whilst she thinks she can keep it, demonic forces believe otherwise.
She’s
not alone, but who can she trust? The head Stormling, Anadyr, hasn’t been to the
Earth in 500 years, but go there he must – if the jewel is not returned, it
will destroy both Ophelia’s world and his own…
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John Hennessy
John
Hennessy is a young adult / new adult novelist whose works to date have been
Dark Winter (published 2013), a paranormal horror thriller, and Stormling, an
epic swords and magic (and cookies) fantasy. The first short story he ever
wrote brought together Fagan, Lizzie Bennet, Sherlock Holmes and Dracula, which
despite impressing his long suffering English teacher, thankfully remains
unpublished. For recreation he will visit paranormal hotspots, but prefers to
write about ghosts rather than meet them. He also believes almost any problem
can be overcome so long as there is an inexhaustible supply of tea and
biscuits. He has also written the non-fiction title The Essence of Martial Arts
(published 2011), and released The Essence of Martial Arts: Special Edition, in
2014.
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Excerpt by John Hennessy
“Father,
we can go, can’t we? Please? Don’t you want to see who will win today?”
Aldyr
Veroynne knelt down in front of his son, and placed his hands on the boy’s
shoulders, squeezing them gently with firm hands.
“Anadyr,
please, give it a rest. That would be six days in a row. We know who is going
to win, anyway. You don’t need to come along. Just know that the winner is
always someone from Mill’An Draythe.”
“Still,
the Easterners come,” said Anadyr. “I must go to see how they fight, so that
when I have the glory to represent my land, I know how to win.”
Anadyr
had been just ten years of age when he became involved in his first fight,
against another young Stormling, as it happened. At first, it seemed like the
bigger and older Stormling would win, and had far too much strength for Anadyr.
During
the fray, Anadyr connected with few blows, but could not knock his bigger
opponent down. Then, with a swift kick to his mid-section, Anadyr’s strength
left him, and he rolled into a ball on the ground, one hand clutching his
stomach, the other, keeping his hair from covering his eyes.
The
sun was blocked out by the shadow of the Stormling standing over him, who must
was five years his senior.
“Loser?”
he inquired.
“You
wish,” replied Anadyr, who sat up, and clapped his hands three times
together before placing them on the ground, one hand either side of him.
“I
don’t need applause from a loser,” said the bigger Stormling.
“That
wasn’t applause,” replied the young Anadyr.
Suddenly,
the ground started to shake all around them, the bigger Stormling’s smug look
of apparent victory was erased by the tremors on the ground, and the almost
instantaneous appearance of black clouds that filled the sky.
A
few moments later, the clouds burst and soaked only the bigger Stormling and
his crew of friends, whilst Anadyr stood laughing at them. The group started to
run, but the rain lashed them in every way, from both sides, from above, and
even as they ran into the ground which became ever more sodden, until they fell
face forward.
“Why
isn’t it raining on you?” the biggest one screamed. “You’re in league with the
Lord of Monus! Say it isn’t so, for Stormlings don’t lie.”
Anadyr
smiled and leaned over his sodden nemesis, who he was merely toying with.
“That’s
right, Stormlings don’t lie, and I am not in league with anyone. So! Are you a
loser?”
The
bigger Stormling seethed. “So it would seem. Just make the damned rain stop.
Who are you, boy?”
Anadyr
clicked his fingers and rested his fists on the top of his hips.
“I
am Anadyr Veroynne, and I command the Storms. The wind, the rain, the clouds
all answer to me, and as for you….I will have your allegiance.”
The
other Stormlings mumbled, saying they would not answer to some preppy brat, but
the one who had hit Anadyr, stood up and bowed to him.
“I
am good with a sword, but my true prowess lies with the double daggers. My
skill is such that I could skim the sweat off a faerie’s wings. If you ever
need my help, you shall have it, although…one who can bend the Storms to his
will, surely has no need for an edged weapon.”
“Not
so,” said Anadyr. “In fact, I practise with a longsword twelve hours a day.
What is your name?”
“Kirnosst.
Though my sword wielding days are at an end. I’m being sent to Firetop to
learn, watch and ultimately take over from Aynara. Unlike us, she’s not an
immortal, but I suppose your father told you that already.”
Anadyr
nodded emphatically to show he knew about Aynara’s supposed mortality, but
no-one knew when her time would end. There were none like her on Mordana.
Aldyr
Veryonne was none-too-impressed with his son’s handling of things. “You wanted
him to knock you down, so that you could show off, isn’t that so? The truth
now, Anadyr.”
“I
just wanted to show I wasn’t afraid of them. If I can instil fear into the
heart of my enemies, maybe I can bend them to my way of thinking, as easily as
I do the storms.”
“Didn’t
you say that those East of the Wisty River are our enemies?”
“Well,
yes, but I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”
“It’s
got everything to do with it,” said Anadyr. “That’s why I want to go see
the fight today. The Lord of Monus sends a Tryer from the Mordis Mountains, or
from the heart of Caldreah itself.”
“Yes,
Anadyr, but the point is-”
“The
point is, Father, that today’s Tryer is from AnnanGhorst, and that makes
things very interesting. I have never seen a ShadowWraith, much less seen you
fight one. Tell me you’ll take me, please!”
Aldyr
sighed. Putting combatants from the East out of their misery is something he
loved to do, but a ShadowWraith of AnnanGhorst was different. Even the weakest
of their kind were not to be taken lightly. Even if the Wraith lost, it would
be most likely sent to the Island of Dead Skin, where Andus Rey, ruler of
Caldreah Monus and a Stormling himself, ran his own sick tournament, where
combatants often had to fight to the death.
Having
a Wraith enter the fray was no battle at all. Under Rey’s watch, they would
win, and win easily. Aldyr let out another sigh. He was considering throwing
the match, even though this was illegal.
“Alright
Anadyr, I’ll take you. But whatever happens, you come straight back home.
That’s an order.”
“I
will, Father. I will,” said Anadyr, who could not believe there would be any
other outcome but a clear and decisive victory for his father, who was a
skilled swordsman and had been known to dabble in magic.
ShadowWraiths
were difficult adversaries for all sorts of reasons. Although they were scary
to look at, it was more a case of what you couldn’t see, rather than what you
could.
There
were all sorts of rumours about them, which, outside of AnnanGhorst, became the
very fabric of legend.
Some
would say that there actually were no ShadowWraiths, but that it was Rey
himself, who would come to test himself against the foes of Monus.
Others
believed the Wraiths did have a face, but it was one so terrible to view, that
one would die of fright from resting innocent eyes on their hateful faces.
Still
others believed that the ShadowWraiths could not be killed, and one had to have
a death wish if standing against them. But everyone who knew Aldyr Veroynne
believed that he must know how to defeat a ShadowWraith.
As
expected, there was a great throng of people in the town centre. They gathered
round the platform, which stood some twenty feet from the ground. The
ShadowWraith was already on the platform as Aldyr and Anadyr arrived.
As
they walked, Aldyr beamed smiles and waved to everyone. They had come to see
him triumph, which would be his thirty-eigth win in a row. The ShadowWraiths
had triumphed every time to date, but the locals felt it was time one of their
own succeeded.
The
Wraith extended a bony finger towards Aldyr, and beckoned him to stand on the platform
with him.
“Remember
Anadyr,” whispered his father, “whatever happens, you will return home. Understood?”
“Yes
Father, of course,” said Anadyr, who was surprised his father was making so
much of this battle. Winning fights is what Aldyr Veroynne was all about. ‘He’s
just more fodder from AnnanGhorst, who will slink back to that hellhole
when my father’s through with him,’ thought Anadyr.
Whilst
Anadyr watched the two men line up, a third man, the one who usually judged the
battles, pulled himself up onto the platform, and from underneath his robes he
produced a rather large wooden box. An omnious gasp came out from the crowd. “What?
What is it?” said the young Stormling. Anadyr craned his neck to see what the
commotion was.
The
judge extended his arms to the crowd. “Today’s battle is a red match. In
this box are two weapons from the challenger’s province of AnnanGhorst. The
fighter who represents us has agreed to the terms, and will use the weapon
provided to him.”
Anadyr
nudged the man next to him. “What is it? What is a red match?”
The
man solemnly shook his head. “It means that this is not for children’s eyes.
They will fight to the death.”
¿Qué os parece mi selección exclusiva? Y no os olvidéis de participar en el sorteo, es internacional.
Babel con muchos planes para el verano.
9 comentarios:
Amo la portada de Red Queen <3
Tengo la mayoría de esos libros en lo wishlist y los que me faltan ahora ya los anoté xD
Me han encantado esas portadas, últimamente, los editores se están superando
omg!!! son preciosas las portadas!!! sobre todo la de red queen y lo nuevo de claudia gray.......aishhhhh que lleguen aquí con la misma portada!!! please!!!
besotes
¡Qué bonitas todas las portadas!!!
Besotes!!
Alucino con las portadas de estos libros, son una preciosidad :)
Besos.
Hola Babel!
La de Jewel me encanta y es cierto que se parece a la de La Selección.
La de Bella está buena pero también tiene un aire Emma Watson la chica.
La de la corona es genial! Quiero leer ese libro ahora.
Me enamoré de la The Falconer porque me pueden las portadas con esos pelos tremendos.
A Thousand pieces of you ya la había visto y me re gusta el efecto aunque las ciudades invertidas me recuerdan a la saga Cazadores de sombras.
Que andes bien, querida Babel.
Oh dios mío. Creo que me he enamorado de la portada de Red Queen. Es preciosa *-* Bueno, todas son muy bonitas pero ahhhh, necesito tenerlo sólo para acariciarlo (?)
Un beso :)
¡Hola!
Pero qué maravilla de portadas *.* No podría elegir una son todas perfectas. Esperemos que las traigan en español tal cual!
¡Besitos!
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