9780689875519

The Iron Angel; The Third Book of Lowmoor

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  • ISBN13:

    9780689875519

  • ISBN10:

    0689875517

  • Format: Trade Paper
  • Copyright: 2008-05-28
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster UK

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Summary

Jewel and Thorn's adventures conclude in this thrilling climax to the Lowmoor trilogy. Desperate to stop the wicked Querne Rasp from collecting the final crystal to complete her collection, they find themselves drawn deep into the inner workings of an old and sinister church, fighting ice spiders and malevolent characters along the way. As always, Racky Jagger is as determined to thwart their plans but when he shares a revelation with Thorn, life changes irrevocably for both of them.

Author Biography

Richard Poole is the author of The Book of Lowmoor trilogy.

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PROLOGUE THE CONSPIRACY The stairs creaked as Racky Jagger went up to the second floor. The treads were scuffed and scratched by generations of feet, and a couple of steps had been inexpertly replaced. The banister wobbled under his hand: a good push and it might snap.How like Querne to pick on a dump like this, he told himself. Her own hideout was richly furnished, but she harboured an alternative self that relished the low life and its sleazy haunts: decaying walls and roofs, crumbling ceilings and floors, and the furtive lives that were lived out between them. Well, this time she'd outdone herself: this tip stank of conspiracy.He hadn't expected to find himself climbing these rickety stairs. He hadn't expected to emerge from the Barrens just where he did: Querne must have blazed a new through-route for him and the crystal he carried. He hadn't expected Oily Wells to be waiting with a saddle-rat for him and a verbal message from his mistress. Querne was in Lowmoor! He could draw only one conclusion: she was finally making her move, and he hadn't foreseen it. Distrust and curiosity struggled for mastery in his mind.The landing offered a choice of battered doors, but only one was shut. On this he knocked.After a time it opened and Spine Wrench appeared in the gap. Spine owned the kind of face that once seen was never forgotten. He possessed a single bloodshot eye; ravelled skin skimmed the socket its partner might have occupied. He had a pendulous nose, a mouth that drooped at each corner and ears like knots of pink worms. Permanently shocked white hair sprouted from his skull. As he stood and stared at Racky, he leant so far to one side that he seemed about to topple over. The reason wasn't far to seek: his left leg was quite a bit shorter than his right. Not for the first time Racky wondered if Spine had been born with these grim deformities. If so, how had his mother reacted when the midwife held up to her what she'd laboured to bring forth? Had she cried out in horror?Spine swayed but did not fall."Do I get to come in," said Racky, "or are you going to stand there all day admiring my pretty face?"Spine grunted, stood back and motioned Racky inside. As Racky went by him, he could almost feel the hatred Spine emanated in waves. But it was of no consequence: Spine was no threat to him - not here at any rate.The room was sparsely furnished. There was a small chest of drawers, a table and six chairs. Racky advanced to the table. Its top was notched with saw-cuts, as if once upon a time it had been used for carpentry. Three of the chairs were occupied: one by Querne, the others by men. Like Querne, the men were dressed in old and stained jackets and trews; but their well-fed faces and air of smooth self-confidence suggested that such clothes were not their usual garb.This trio considered the new arrival as he swung his pack to the floor."Who's this?" said one of the men, directing the question at the Magian."Racky Jagger," she answered, "my close associate.""Never heard of him," said the man. "How much does he know?""As of this moment, nothing.""Notthatclose, then," quipped the man.Querne rose to her feet. "Well, gentlemen, I think we're finished for today."The two men exchanged glances, then also got up from their chairs."And good luck," added Querne.The men nodded. Then, ignoring Racky, they filed out of the room. After them went Spine Wrench, and the door closed with a click.The men might not know Racky, but Racky knew who they were: Tyler Mabbutt and Loman Slack, the richest men in Lowmoor. For some years they'd run Lowmoor foundry for Crane Rockett, but with the deaths of Rockett and Briar Spurr in the fire at Minral How, ownership of the enterprise had devolved on to them. They were an ambitious pair, having absorbed lessons in ruthlessness from the man whose place they'd taken. Oily Wells had told

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