9780545222167

A Web of Air

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  • ISBN13:

    9780545222167

  • ISBN10:

    0545222168

  • Edition: 1st
  • Format: Hardcover
  • Copyright: 2011-10-01
  • Publisher: Scholastic Press
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Summary

The second, thrilling adventure in the Fever Crumb trilogy from the brilliant and award-winning Philip Reeve. Two years ago, Fever Crumb escaped the war-torn city of London in a traveling theater. Now, she arrives in the extraordinary city of Mayda, where buildings ascend the cliffs on funicular rails, and a mysterious recluse is building a machine that can fly. Fever is the engineer he needs - but ruthless enemies will kill to possess their secrets.

Author Biography

Philip Reeve is the bestselling author of the Mortal Engines quartet, the Larklight series, and Here Lies Arthur. He lives in Dartmoor, England, with his wife and son.

Excerpts

From Fever Crumb: A Web of Air

In her girlhood she had often heard old Dr. Collihole, her fellow Engineer, describe his dreams of flight. She had even flown herself, in the balloon that he had built from scrap paper and filled with hot air on the roof of Godshawk's Head. She hadlistened to him recount the legends about heavierthan- air flying machines built by the Ancients, and dismiss them, sadly, as mere fairy tales, because all his experiments had led him to believe that heavier-than-air flight was impossible. But it seemed to her that someone in Mayda did not agree. Someone in this city was designing a flying machine, or at least a glider. And now a model of it had flown into the hands of one of the few people in this quarter of Europa who could understand what it was...

Which seemed to Fever to be such an unlikely coincidence that she did not think that it could be a coincidence at all. But whoever had launched the glider, from those dark terraces above her, did not seem to want to show themselves, and it was late, and the moon was dipping behind the shoulder of the crater, and so, clutching the white glider to her chest, she went walking thoughtfully back into the city.

The angels had lost interest in her. But from the shadowed terraces above, someone watched her go.

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