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Zusatztext "Read the book. Strongly recommended for you and your offspring." Informationen zum Autor John Connolly is the author of the #1 internationally bestselling Charlie Parker thrillers series, the supernatural collection Nocturnes , the Samuel Johnson Trilogy for younger readers, and (with Jennifer Ridyard) the Chronicles of the Invaders series. He lives in Dublin, Ireland. For more information, see his website at JohnConnollyBooks.com, or follow him on Twitter @JConnollyBooks. Klappentext "Following Conquest, the first part in a stunning new science fiction trilogy that "should not to be missed" (The Guardian), Empire continues the journey of Syl and Paul as they fight to regain planet Earth from a ruthless alien species. She is the trophy of a civilization at war with itself. He is its rebel captive. Separated by millions of light years, they will fight to be united... Earth has been conquered and occupied. The war is lost. The Resistance still fights the invaders, but they are nothing more than an annoyance to the Illyri, an alien race of superior technology and military strength. When caught, the young rebels are conscripted. Part soldiers, part hostages, they join the Brigades, sent to fight at the edges of the growing Illyri Empire. Paul Kerr is one such soldier--torn from his home and his beloved Syl Hellais. She is the first alien child born on Earth, a creature of two worlds--and a being possessed of powers beyond imagining. Now both must endure the terrible exile that Syl's race has deemed just punishment for their love. But the conquest of Earth is not all it seems. There is another species involved, known only as the Others, and the Illyri will kill to keep their existence secret. Light years from Earth and millions of miles apart, Paul and Syl must find a way to reveal the horrifying truth behind the Empire, and save all that they hold dear from the hunger of the Others. Even at the cost of their own lives.."-- Leseprobe Empire CHAPTER 1 The predators circled, each taking a turn to snarl at her, some more vicious than others, but every one determined to take their piece of flesh. “Stupid, shabby thing.” “She never learns.” “She’s too stupid to learn.” “Why are you here?” “You don’t belong in this place.” “Why do you even exist?” “Elda. Even your name is ugly.” “Look at yourself!” “She can’t. She shuns mirrors. She’s afraid they’ll crack at the sight of her.” And then the leader, the alpha, came to bite, the pack parting, their faces turned admiringly upon her, her radiance reflected in their eyes. Tanit, beautiful young Tanit: cruel, and worse than cruel. “No, that’s not the case,” said Tanit. “She stays away from mirrors because there’s nothing to see. She’s so insignificant that she’s barely there at all.” It was the way that she spoke, the words tossed carelessly as though the object of her disdain were unworthy even of the effort involved in crushing her. She looked down on Elda—Tanit was tall, even for an Illyri; it was part of her power—reached out a hand, and let it slip through this lesser Novice’s mop of dark hair, the strands tangling in her fingers. “Nothing,” said Tanit. “I feel . . . nothing.” Her victim kept her head down, her eyes on the floor. It was better that way, easier. Perhaps Tanit and the others might grow bored if they couldn’t provoke a reaction, and seek other prey to torment. But no, not this time. Elda felt a prickling on her skin. It began at her cheeks, then slowly spread to her nose, her forehead, her ears, her neck. Warmth became heat; heat became burning pain. What Tanit was doing to ...
