The Frost Child

by McNamee, Eoin

• ISBN13: 9780440422464
• ISBN10: 0440422469
• Format: Trade Paper
• Copyright: 2010-06-08
• Publisher: Yearling

Summary

The final fantasy adventure in the riveting Navigator trilogy. Twice the evil Harsh have tried to destroy time, and twice Owen and the Resisters have stopped them. InCity of Time,Owen, the brave Navigator, killed the Harsh king, and now the Harsh are hungry for revenge. Their massive fleet is ready to hunt down the wily Navigator. In this third and final book, the Navigator and his friends face their toughest battle yet. As Owen searches for a way to overcome the Harsh once and for all, he sails the seas of time, encountering marvelous creatures, pirates-and grave danger. Every turn in his journey takes him further back through the years, closer to his father and grandfather, who spent their lives trying to unlock the secret to defeating the Harsh. But it is Owen who discovers that the mysterious Frost Child holds the key. The Frost Childis full of memorable characters, surprises and inventions, and exciting battles. With handsome illustrations by Jon Goodell, this book is a dazzling conclusion to a thrilling story.

Author Biography

Eoin McNamee was born in County Down, Northern Ireland. He is the author of the first two books in the Navigator trilogy: The Navigator, a New York Times bestseller, and City of Time. He is critically acclaimed as a writer of novels for adults, the best known being Resurrection Man, which was made into a film. He was awarded the Macaulay Fellowship for Irish Literature, and has also written two adult thrillers under the name John Creed.

Excerpts

Perhaps they should have been watching the grandfather clock. Owen and his mother had taken over a little house that had belonged to a woman called Mary White. To the rest of the town Mary had been just a simple shopkeeper. But Owen and his mother knew her as one of the links between a secret world and the world they lived in. More than that, she was the keeper of a secret. The grandfather clock was not just a timepiece. When you opened it you found a gateway into time itself, known as an ingress. Owen and Martha, his mother, knew the clock was important, but even if they had been watching it, they might have missed the sign, or not have recognized it for what it was. And besides, it was growing dark.

Owen lit the oil lamp and placed it on the table. The electricity supply was better than it had been but was still unreliable, and they were grateful for the wood-burning stove in the sitting room. It had been ten months since the moon had almost crashed into the earth, and the rebuilding was still going on. All over the world, power stations had been damaged, roads and bridges destroyed.

Owen was one of three adventurers who had traveled across time to the great City of Hadima in order to save the world. They had brought back a tempod from the City. The tempod was a rare hollow rock containing a quantity of time, enough to repair the fabric of space and time and send the moon back to its proper orbit. The Harsh had drained time from the world, disrupting gravity, and sending the moon plunging towards the earth. The adventurers had succeeded in stopping the Harsh, but the damage wrought on the earth had been terrible.

Even now the school in the nearby town was only open for three hours a day, and half the people had not returned, giving the streets a strange deserted feel. But still, the little house they had moved into after Mary had died was cozy, and Owen's mother was stronger than she had been for years. They both knew that there were battles to come, and that Owen's friends, the Resisters, would wake once more to defend the fabric of time, but these days they were happy with simple things, such as the pie his mother now set on the table, steam rising from the crust. Martha cut into it and put a slice on Owen's plate, the oil lamp casting shadows on his pale face that made him look serious and grown-up, until he reached for his knife and fork and dove greedily in.

"Take it easy," she said, laughing. "Leave some for me."

Perhaps that was the moment they should have looked at the clock, but they were content in each other's company, and in any event, it was nothing. Just the hands of the clock hesitating for a brief moment, trembling as if they bore a huge weight, and then moving on as normal. The only sign that something had changed.


A mile away Cati leaned on the parapet of the Workhouse, eating a supper of cheese and hard biscuit. She could see the light in Owen's window and wondered what her friend was doing. She shifted restlessly. She was one of the Resisters, fighters dedicated to protecting time. All of the other Resisters were asleep in a place beneath the Workhouse called the Starry, bound to remain there until there was a threat and they were called. Cati's job as Watcher was to guard them and wake them when needed. She lived in the shadows of time where no one could see her, and was only allowed to contact Owen in an emergency. Someday, she thought, she would get used to the loneliness of it.

She sighed and stretched. Every evening before she went to bed she patrolled the Workhouse, the ancient building above the riverbank that was the headquarters of the Resisters. To the outside world the building was a ruin, but Cati knew that it stood on an island in time, and had on many occasions served as a bulwark against chaos when the normal smooth flowing of the hours and years had been interrupted.

She knew every stone and every passageway an

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