Robin McKinley - Fire - Tales of Elemental Spirits
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- Название:Fire: Tales of Elemental Spirits
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- Год:2009
- ISBN:9781101133859
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Copyright Page
PHOENIX
HELLHOUND
FIREWORM
SALAMANDER MAN
FIRST FLIGHT
ALSO BY
Robin McKinley and Peter Dickinson
Water: Tales of Elemental Spirits
★ ʺMesmerizing stories. . . . The writing is lyrical, and the characterizations are remarkably well developed. . . . Emotions run the gamut—from fear and courage to love and joy. . . . A bountiful collection for fantasy lovers.ʺ
— Booklist , starred review
★ ʺEnchanting tales . . . a consistently compelling, rhythmic tone. . . . These creative interpretations brim with suspenseful, chilling and wonderfully supernatural scenes.ʺ
— Publishers Weekly , starred review
ʺTwo generally brilliant writers alternate first-rate tales. . . . The masterfully written stories all feature distinct, richly detailed casts and settings. . . . There’s plenty here to excite, enthrall, and move even the pickiest readers.ʺ
— School Library Journal
ʺMcKinley and Dickinson are each justly celebrated for fantasy writing. . . . Readers versed in these writers’ work will recognize familiar themes and references; newcomers will find scope for imagination; and all will be richly rewarded.ʺ
— The Horn Book
For Jessica and Karen
G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS
A division of Penguin Young Readers Group.
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Text copyright © 2009 by Robin McKinley and Peter Dickinson. All rights reserved. This
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PHOENIX
PETER DICKINSON
Summer 1990
Ellie came into the story very late on. It happened because she was oddly fascinated by the wood. Not that it was very different to look at from any of the several patches of woodland in the enormous grounds of the great country house, some of them really big—forests almost—others no more than a couple of dozen trees. This one was in between, lying in a wide dip in the rolling parkland, on one side of the picnic area, with the house itself in a similar dip on the other side.
Ellie, as usual, finished her lunch long before the others, and rose.
ʺWhere are you off to?ʺ said her mother.
ʺCan I go and have a look at that wood?ʺ
ʺWhat about it?ʺ
Her brothers glanced up from their Game Boys.
ʺIt’s a wood,ʺ said Jim. ʺThat’s enough for Ellie.ʺ
ʺLots of mouldy old trees,ʺ said Bob.
ʺIt looks interesting,ʺ said Ellie. ʺI want to know what it is. I think there’s a notice board by the gate.ʺ
ʺOh, all right,ʺ said her mother. ʺStay in sight. Don’t be too long. I’ll wait for you here.ʺ
The notice said
PRIVATE
Dave’s Wood
Conservation Area
Nature trails 2-5 p.m., week-ends only. Tickets at East Gate.
School parties by arrangement. Call 731 4492
Ellie made a note of the number.
The gate was locked. There was a solid-looking fence, high as a man, running in either direction. She walked along it to the right, peering into the darkness under the trees. The wood was full of bird-song. Apart from that, she couldn’t see anything to make it special for anyone else, but, yes, some of the trees did seem to be really old, and for her that was deeply fascinating. It made her skin crawl to think how long they had stood there while people had come and gone. As the fence curved away she looked back to the picnic area, where Dad and the boys were getting to their feet. Mum was looking towards her. Ellie waved. Mum waved back and settled to her book. That was all right. She’d be happy to sit there reading all afternoon. It was Dad and her brothers who wanted to do stuff. Ellie walked on.
She was watching a jay hunt for grubs along a dead branch when the yobs caught her. She worked out later that they must have seen her coming from some way off and lain in wait for her, and then she’d got it dead right for them, dead wrong for herself. She’d actually stopped at a place where a kink in the line of the fence hid her from the picnic area. The first she knew about them was the jay’s wild alarm-cackle, and then a tap on her shoulder.
ʺHi, babe,ʺ said a boy’s voice, trying to sound like a man’s.
Her heart bounced. She started to turn. A hand clamped across her mouth as she tried to scream. She bit it. The boy cursed, but merely shifted his grip so she couldn’t bite then grabbed her right wrist and twisted the arm up behind her back.
ʺGrab her pack, then,ʺ he muttered. ʺWhat you waiting for?ʺ
Another boy—so there were two of them—started pulling the shoulder-strap of her satchel down her left arm. She wrestled with them, sobbing, trying to kick out, trip one of them up somehow.
ʺStop that, you lot! Lay off!ʺ said a different kind of voice. A kid’s too, but even and confident. It seemed to come from the other side of the fence, over on her left now after the struggle.
A moment of startled silence. A snarl of curses cut short by the flare of a photoflash, bright in the corner of her eye. Ellie sensed the sudden uncertainty in her captors’ grip and wrenched her head free and yelled, gulped breath, and yelled again at the top of her voice.
The hands let go of her. By the time she’d turned to face them, the kids who’d attacked her were scuttling away, holding arms in front of their faces.
Shuddering and sick, she turned again. A boy was watching her from the other side of the fence. He looked younger than she was, somewhere about ten, and concerned for her but extraordinarily calm, as if what had just happened was something he dealt with every day.
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