In the Forests of the Night: Den of Shadows
Autor Amelia Atwater-Rhodesen Limba Engleză Paperback – 30 apr 2000 – vârsta de la 12 ani
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780440228165
ISBN-10: 0440228166
Pagini: 176
Dimensiuni: 117 x 186 x 27 mm
Greutate: 0.09 kg
Editura: Laurel Leaf Library
Seria Den of Shadows
ISBN-10: 0440228166
Pagini: 176
Dimensiuni: 117 x 186 x 27 mm
Greutate: 0.09 kg
Editura: Laurel Leaf Library
Seria Den of Shadows
Notă biografică
Amelia Atwater-Rhodes wrote her first novel when she was 13 years old. You can visit her online at www.ameliaatwaterrhodes.com. She lives in Massachusetts.
Extras
A minute or an hour later, I woke for a moment in a dark place. There was no light and no sound, only pain and the thick, warm liquid that was being forced past my lips.
I swallowed again and again before my head cleared. The liquid was bittersweet, and as I drank I had an impression of power and . . . not life or death, but time. And strength and eternity . . .
Finally I realized what I had been drinking. I pushed away the wrist that someone was holding to my lips, but I was weak, and it was so tempting.
"Temptation." The voice was in my ears and my head, and I recognized it as Ather's.
Once again I pushed away the wrist, though my body screamed at me for doing so. Ather was insistent, but so was I. I somehow managed to turn my head away, despite the pain that shot through me with each beat of my heart. I could hear my own pulse in my ears, and it quickened until I could hardly breathe past it, but still I pushed away the blood. I believed for that second, in my immortal soul, and would not abandon it -- not willingly.
Suddenly Ather was gone. I was alone.
I could feel the blood in my veins, entering my body, soul, and mind. I could not get my breath; my head pounded and my heart raced. Then they both slowed.
I heard my own heart stop.
I felt my breath still.
My vision faded, and the blackness filled my mind.
I swallowed again and again before my head cleared. The liquid was bittersweet, and as I drank I had an impression of power and . . . not life or death, but time. And strength and eternity . . .
Finally I realized what I had been drinking. I pushed away the wrist that someone was holding to my lips, but I was weak, and it was so tempting.
"Temptation." The voice was in my ears and my head, and I recognized it as Ather's.
Once again I pushed away the wrist, though my body screamed at me for doing so. Ather was insistent, but so was I. I somehow managed to turn my head away, despite the pain that shot through me with each beat of my heart. I could hear my own pulse in my ears, and it quickened until I could hardly breathe past it, but still I pushed away the blood. I believed for that second, in my immortal soul, and would not abandon it -- not willingly.
Suddenly Ather was gone. I was alone.
I could feel the blood in my veins, entering my body, soul, and mind. I could not get my breath; my head pounded and my heart raced. Then they both slowed.
I heard my own heart stop.
I felt my breath still.
My vision faded, and the blackness filled my mind.
Descriere
Atwater-Rhodes was 13 years old when she wrote this suspenseful yarn about a powerful vampire whose past comes back to haunt her. As Risika hunts the streets of New York City at night, someone follows her and leaves her a black rose--the same color rose that sealed her fate 300 years ago.