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Über den Autor und weitere Mitwirkende
CAITLIN KITTREDGE is the author of the Nocturne City series, the upcoming Black London adventures for St. Martin's Press, as well as the Icarus Project superhero saga for Bantam Spectra (with Jackie Kessler) (all adult projects). She lives and writes in Massachusetts. You can visit her at CaitlinKittredge.com.From the Hardcover edition.
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1 The Ashes of the World There are seventeen madhouses in the city of Lovecraft. I've visited all of them. My mother likes to tell me about her dreams when I visit. She sits in the window of the Cristobel Charitable Asylum and strokes the iron bars covering the glass like they are the strings of a harp. "I went to the lily field last night," she murmurs. Her dreams are never dreams. They are always journeys, explorations, excavations of her mad mind, or, if her mood is bleak, ominous portents for me to heed. The smooth brass gears of my chronometer churned past four-thirty and I put it back in my skirt pocket. Soon the asylum would close to visitors and I could go home. The dark came early in October. It's not safe for a girl to be out walking on her own, in Hallows' Eve weather. I called it that, the sort of days when the sky was the same color as the smoke from the Nephilim Foundry across the river, and you could taste winter on the back of your tongue. When I didn't immediately reply, my mother picked up her hand mirror and threw it at my head. There was no glass in it--hadn't been for years, at least six madhouses ago. The doctors wrote it into her file, neat and spidery, after she tried to cut her wrists open with the pieces. No mirrors. No glass. Patient is a danger to herself. "I'm talking to you!" she shouted. "You might not think it's important, but I went to the lily field! I saw the dead girls move their hands! Open eyes looking up! Up into the world that they so desperately desire!" It's a real shame that my mother is mad. She could make a fortune writing sensational novels, those gothics with the cheap covers and breakable spines that Mrs. Fortune, my house marm at the Lovecraft Academy, eats up. My stomach closed like a fist, but my voice came out soothing. I've had practice being soothing, calming. Too much practice. "Nerissa," I said, because that's her name and we never address each other as mother and daughter but always as Nerissa and Aoife. "I'm listening to you. But you're not making any sense." Just like usual. I left the last part off. She'd only find something else to throw. I picked up the mirror and ran my thumb over the backing. It was silver, and it had been pretty, once. When I was a child I'd played at being beautiful while my mother sat by the window of Our Lady of Rationality, the first madhouse in my memory, run by Rationalist nuns. Their silent black-clad forms fluttered like specters outside my mother's cell while they prayed to the Master Builder, the epitome of human reason, for her recovery. All the medical science and logic in the world couldn't cure my mother, but the nuns tried. And when they failed, she was sent on to another madhouse, where no one prayed for anything. Nerissa gave a snort, ruffling the ragged fringe above her eyes. "Oh, am I? And what would you know of sense, miss? You and those ironmongers locked away in that dank school, the gears turning and turning to grind your bones . . ." I stopped listening. Listen to my mother long enough and you started to believe her. And believing Nerissa broke my heart. My thumb sank into the depression in the mirror frame, left where an unscrupulous orderly had pried out a ruby, or so my mother said. She accused everyone of everything, sooner or later. I'd been a nightjar, come to drink her blood and steal her life, a ghost, a torturer, a spy. When she turned her rage on me, I gathered my books and left, knowing that we wouldn't speak again for weeks. On the days when she talked about her dreams, the visits could stretch for hours. "I went to the lily field . . . ," my mother whispered, pressing her forehead against the window bars. Her fingers slipped between them to leave ghost marks on the glass. Time gone by, her dreams fascinated me. The lily field, the dark tower, the maidens fair. She told them over and over, in soft lyrical tones. No other mother told such fanciful bedtime stories. No other mother saw the lands beyond the living, the rational and the iron. Nerissa had been lost in dreams, in one fashion or another, my entire life. Now each time I visited I hoped she'd wake up from her fog. And each time, I left disappointed. When I graduated from the Lovecraft Academy, I could be too busy to see her at all, with my respectable job and respectable life. Until then, Nerissa needed someone to hear her dreams, and the duty fell to me. I felt the weight of being a dutiful daughter like a stone strapped to my legs. I picked up my satchel and stood. "I'm going to go home." The air horn hadn't sounded the end of hours yet, but I could see the dark drawing in beyond the panes. Nerissa was up, cat-quick, and wrapping her fingers around my wrist. Her hand was cold, like always, and her nightgown fluttered around her skin-and-bones body. I had always been taller, sturdier than my slight mother. I'd say I took after my father, if I'd ever met him. "Don't leave me here," Nerissa hissed. "Don't leave me to look into their eyes alone. The dead girls will dance, Aoife, dance on the ashes of the world. . . ." From the Hardcover edition.
Produktinformation
Taschenbuch: 512 Seiten
Verlag: Ember; Auflage: Reprint (14. Februar 2012)
Sprache: Englisch
ISBN-10: 0385738307
ISBN-13: 978-0385738309
Vom Hersteller empfohlenes Alter: Ab 12 Jahren
Größe und/oder Gewicht:
14,5 x 2,8 x 20,8 cm
Durchschnittliche Kundenbewertung:
4.5 von 5 Sternen
2 Kundenrezensionen
Amazon Bestseller-Rang:
Nr. 1.390.230 in Fremdsprachige Bücher (Siehe Top 100 in Fremdsprachige Bücher)
One evening, Aoife receives a secret message from her brother Conrad who escaped the city of the madness took over in his 16th birthday. The letter is asking for her help and without a further thought, Aoife sets out on a mission to find her brother. The only hint he gave her was to seek their father who lives in Graystone, a house in the near of the city of Arkham.This book left me absolutely stunned. It bored the hell out of me on the first 150 pages and I can't even tell you why. The characters were so uninteresting. Cal was supposed to be Aoife's best friend but I felt only awkardness between them. And he doesn't hesitate the least to leave behind his life and follow Aoife into unknown adventures. That sounde like on hell of a commitment, but why? "Never seek the truth that lies beyond the iron and steam of the Proctor's world."Aoife certainly didn't look out for this truth, but she couldn't help finding it. And from that moment on (about 35% in the book), I was hooked. Before there was too much steampunk without explanation. Not that I don't like steampunk, but I couldn't see any sense in it. The world-building wasn't clear enough. But then, the book became magical, the characters so wonderful. And the writing was really dark and twisted poetry. Quite sophisticated, when considering the age group it is supposed for. "Mist parted, running fingers down the pitted bars of a pair of iron gates. Rock walls crawling with moss closed the estate off from the outside world, and a crow atop a copper finial stained green with corrosion opened its beak and let out a dry caw."Graytone, this crazy clockwork house, was hugely impressive. And next to all the machines and clockwork devices, there were many paranormal creatures: ghouls, fey, nightjars, soppoths, and more. Aoife meets the Kindly Folk, the fairy, and gets to know more about her world, the Iron World, and her task in it. The builders and proctors (law enforcement officers) in the cities try to stick to their main goal: stay rational and don't get infected by the necrovirus. The heretics, who actually believe in magic, are persecuted and killed, along with the infected creatures.Aoife, Cal and Dean - the guide they hire on their journey - face a world where nothing is what it seems to be and where great dangers lurk ahead of them. In the end, I was so ready to award this book 5 faries. But I had to consider the really difficult first third of the book, thus I only give it 4 fairies. I really really hope that others become interested in reading this wonderful book and are patient enough to wait until it becomes so beautiful and exciting.
Ich habe dieses Buch gelesen, obwohl ich ausdrücklich kein besonders großer Fan von Büchern für Jugendliche bin.Aber dieses Werk hat mich von Anfang an in seinen Bann gezogen. Ich bin wirklich sehr beeindruckt.Erstens ist die dargestellte Welt sehr originell und gut durchdacht.Zweitens sind die drei Hauptcharaktere super beschrieben und überzeugend in ihrem Handeln.Und drittens entwickelt sich natürlich eine sehr zarte Liebesgeschichte, aber es geht genauso um Freundschaft und Caitlin Kittredge wird nie kitschig.Nun zum Inhalt. Aoife lebt in einer Art Internat in der Stadt Lovecraft. Sie studiert Ingenieurswissenschaften und manchmal sind die Maschinen auch das Einzige, was sie vom verrückt werden abzuhalten scheint. Denn das ist ihre große Furcht. Sie wird bald 16 Jahre und ihr älterer Bruder versuchte sie umzubringen, als er 16 wurde, weil er Visionen und Träume hatte, die ihn dazu brachten. Auch Aoifes Mutter ist verrückt, so dass Aoife schon seit Jahren als Mündel der Stadt lebt.Von Anfang an wird die Angst vor Magie und allem Nicht-Technischen spürbar, der Leser ahnt auch, dass es folglich mehr als Technik etc. geben muss, sonst wäre ja kein Grund vorhanden, das alles zu negieren.Also: Aoife findet einen Hilferuf ihres nach dem Mordversuch an ihr verschwundenen Bruders Conrad und macht sich auf den Weg nach Arkham, wo das Haus ihres Vaters stehen soll, um dort das Hexenalphabet zu finden.Begleitet wird sie von ihrem besten Freund Cal und auf der Suche nach einem Führer, der sie sicher nach Arkham bringen kann, treffen sie Dean, die dritte Hauptperson des Buches. Er führt die beiden zum Haus des Vaters, in dem Aoife tatsächlich weitere Hinweise bekommt und letztendlich auf Tremaine, einen Vertreter der Elfen, trifft, der sie überredet bzw. erpresst, seiner Sache zu helfen und die große Maschine, die Lovecraft am Leben hält, zu zerstören. Sie kann das tun, weil sie feststellt, dass ihre Gabe ist, mit mechanischen Dingen und Maschinen zu kommunizieren und sie zu manipulieren.Und so kommt es zum Showdown in Lovecraft. Aoife muss feststellen, dass ihre Freunde auch nicht das sind, was sie zu sein scheinen und lernt, ihnen dennoch zu vertrauen. Sie muss auch lernen, dass der Deal mit Tremaine einen riesigen Hasenfuß hat. Und mit dem Ergebnis ihres Handeln wird auch schon der zweite Teil dieser außergewöhnlichen Reihe eingeleitet, denn darum muss sie sich jetzt kümmern und das zum Glück nicht allein, sondern weiterhin mit Cal und Dean, in den sie sich im Laufe des Buches verliebt. Nun weiß sie zwar, wer sie ist, aber sie steckt weiterhin in großer Gefahr.Also, alle, die düstere Welten und spannende Geschichten mögen, bitte lesen!
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