Deep Is the Fen
(Sprache: Englisch)
Get lost in the newest fantasy from the author of A Hunger of Thorns, on a beguiling journey behind the closed doors of a sinister secret society. Featuring a steamy enemies-to-lovers romance and a fight for the witching world that will get your...
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Get lost in the newest fantasy from the author of A Hunger of Thorns, on a beguiling journey behind the closed doors of a sinister secret society. Featuring a steamy enemies-to-lovers romance and a fight for the witching world that will get your heart racing.Merry doesn’t need a happily-ever-after. Her life in the charming, idyllic town of Candlecott is fine just as it is. Simple, happy, and with absolutely no magic. Magic only ever leads to trouble.
But Merry’s best friend, Teddy, is joining the Toadmen—a secret society who specialize in backward thinking and suspiciously supernatural traditions—and Merry is determined to stop him. Even if it means teaming up with the person she hates most: her academic archnemesis, Caraway Boswell, an ice-cold snob who hides his true face under a glamour.
An ancient Toad ritual is being held in the sinister Deeping Fen, and if Merry doesn’t rescue Teddy before it’s finished, she’ll lose him forever. But the Toadmen have been keeping dangerous secrets, and so has Caraway. The farther Merry travels into Deeping Fen’s foul waters, the more she wonders if she’s truly come to save her friend . . . or if she’s walking straight into a trap.
There’s nothing the Toadmen love more than a damsel in distress.
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1.Teddy has filched a bottle of wassail from his da s cellar. He pours it out like it s liquid gold, and we each take a thimble-sized glass.
To us, he says, smiling at Sol and me. The three best friends that ever were. To unshakable loyalty and unbreakable bonds. Happy Whitsuntide.
Sol drums the floorboards with his heels, his cheeks glowing.
I love them both so much. I want to stay in this moment forever. The three of us, together and young and happy.
I look threadwise, refocusing my eyes slightly to see the mettle floating around us, silvery strands of life-force. I m no witch, but I can see mettle, and recognize who or where it came from, in the same way I can track a rabbit or a fox in the woods. The mettle between the three of us is connected--intricately braided together over the years of our friendship. We re inseparable, and that s the way I want it to stay.
They re waiting for me. I clink my glass against each of theirs, careful to make eye contact as I do so.
The wassail is as strong as it always is, all cloves and hyssop, and we each wince and gag, swallowing it like medicine.
Teddy holds out the bottle. More?
Sol makes a face. Ugh, no.
Merry?
I shake my head. Even that one thimble-sized glass is enough to make me feel warm and a bit blurry around the edges. But Teddy refills his own glass and downs it in one gulp.
We are ensconced in the sitting room in the house where Sol lives with his aunt, surrounded by open chip packets and cans of fizzy drink. We ve been playing twlbwrdd--an enchanted Ilium set where the king piece crumbles to dust when he is captured and the maidens stain red if they get captured by a liegeman. We ve been here since midafternoon, and Teddy and Sol have filled the air with the musky scent of teenage boy. I get up and open a window, breathing in the sweetness of the night. In the distance, I hear the faint jingling of bells, and the tramping of feet.
Whitsun Eve is our
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night. Our families are always off celebrating, either at the Rose and Crown, or in Da s case at the Frater House with the other Toadmen. It s a night steeped in ancient tradition, and we have our own traditions too. Battered haddock, scampi and scallops with chips and mushy peas from Branwyn s fish shop. Cans of redcurrant fizz and packets of cheese puffs. We play games and just generally flop around and enjoy knowing that school is over and we have the whole glorious summer stretching before us.
We should go camping, I say. Up to Dryad s Saddle or farther, to Fish Creek. We could leave the day after tomorrow.
Watch your king, Sol murmurs to Teddy.
I can t go until after next Thursday, Teddy says, moving his king piece behind the shield wall.
Why not? I slide another maiden into position.
He hesitates for just a moment before answering. I m needed at the forge.
Something in his tone is off. Teddy s a terrible liar. I look over at Sol, who is busy studying the board, and I get a sudden, awful feeling that they re hiding something from me.
I thought Wayland was giving you the whole summer off?
Teddy shrugs. It s just a few extra days.
We can go next Friday, Sol says. Forecast says it ll rain this weekend anyway. I vote for Dryad s Saddle--we ll see if the damson plum is fruiting this year, and we can explore more of the cave we found behind the falls.
Sounds good to me.
Teddy turns another of my maidens red, and Sol slips his black raven around the edge of the board where there s a gap in Ted
We should go camping, I say. Up to Dryad s Saddle or farther, to Fish Creek. We could leave the day after tomorrow.
Watch your king, Sol murmurs to Teddy.
I can t go until after next Thursday, Teddy says, moving his king piece behind the shield wall.
Why not? I slide another maiden into position.
He hesitates for just a moment before answering. I m needed at the forge.
Something in his tone is off. Teddy s a terrible liar. I look over at Sol, who is busy studying the board, and I get a sudden, awful feeling that they re hiding something from me.
I thought Wayland was giving you the whole summer off?
Teddy shrugs. It s just a few extra days.
We can go next Friday, Sol says. Forecast says it ll rain this weekend anyway. I vote for Dryad s Saddle--we ll see if the damson plum is fruiting this year, and we can explore more of the cave we found behind the falls.
Sounds good to me.
Teddy turns another of my maidens red, and Sol slips his black raven around the edge of the board where there s a gap in Ted
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Autoren-Porträt von Lili Wilkinson
Lili Wilkinson is the author of nineteen novels published in Australia, including Green Valentine, The Boundless Sublime, and After the Lights Go Out. She established the Inky Awards at the Centre for Youth Literature, State Library of Victoria. Lili has a PhD in creative writing from the University of Melbourne and spends most of her time reading and writing books for teenagers. Her fantasy novels include A Hunger of Thorns and Deep Is the Fen.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Lili Wilkinson
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 14 Jahre
- 2024, Internationale Ausgabe, 416 Seiten, Masse: 13,8 x 20,7 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Delacorte Press
- ISBN-10: 0593809238
- ISBN-13: 9780593809235
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"An exposition-heavy start gives way to an immersive world in which Wilkinson employs beguiling imagery to craft a thought-provoking love letter to fierce and tenderhearted friendship." Publishers Weekly"An entertaining, well-characterized foray into a world of magical secrets." Kirkus Reviews
"The perfect choice for readers who enjoy secret societies with dark magic and mysterious rituals paired with true friendship and unexpected romance." School Library Journal
"An immersive, fascinating allegory that tackles, among other things, toxic masculinity and government control over women's bodies. Patient readers will be well rewarded with a nimble, romantic, and clever fantasy that pushes boundaries." Booklist
"Evocative and deeply atmospheric, this novel offers a fen-deep narrative that will suck readers in with a fast-paced plot and moments of heartbreak, budding romance, and rousing revolution." The Bulletin
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