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The Book That Wouldn't Burn

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Informationen zum Autor Mark Lawrence Klappentext "The boy has lived his whole life trapped within a book-choked chamber older than empires and larger than cities. The girl has been plucked from the outskirts of civilization to be trained as a librarian, studying the mysteries of the great library at the heart of her kingdom. They were never supposed to meet. But in the library, they did. Their stories spiral around each other, across worlds and time. This is a tale of truth and lies and hearts, and the blurring of one into another. A journey on which knowledge erodes certainty and on which, though the pen may be mightier than the sword, blood will be spilled and cities burned-- Leseprobe Chapter 1 Livira They named Livira after a weed. You couldn't grow much in the Dust but that never stopped hungry people trying. They said livira would grow in places where rocks wouldn't. Which never made sense to Livira because rocks don't grow. Unfortunately, not even goats could eat the stuff and any farmer who watered a crop would find themselves spending most of their time fighting it. Spill a single drop of water in the Dust and, soon enough, strands of livira would come coiling out of the cracked ground for a taste. Her parents had given her a different name but she hardly remembered it. People called her Livira because, like the weed, you couldn't keep her down. "Come on then!" Livira picked herself up and wiped the blood from her nose. She raised her fists again. "Come on." Acmar shook his head, looking embarrassed now that a ring of children had gathered. All of them were dusty but Livira was coated in the stuff, head to foot. "Come on!" she shouted. She felt woozy and her head rang as if it were the summoning bell and someone kept beating it. "You're twice her size." Benth broke into the circle and pushed Acmar aside. "She won't stay down," Acmar complained, rubbing his knuckles. "It's a draw then." Benth stepped between them, a broad-shouldered boy and handsome despite his broken nose. Seeing Livira's scowl he grabbed her hand and raised it above her head. "Livira wins again." The others cheered and laughed then broke and ran before the advance of a tall figure, dark against the sun's white glare. "Livy!" Her aunt's scolding voice. Fingers wrapped her wrist and she was being jerked away towards the black shadow of the family hut. Aunt Teela shoved a cracked leather bucket at her. "The beans need watering." "Yessum!" Livira had always loved the well. She spat a bloody mess into the dust then grinned up at her aunt before hurrying off with the bucket. Her aunt shook her head. You could put Livira down but you couldn't keep her there. Livira's hurrying didn't last long. She slowed as she passed Ella's shack. The old woman collected wind-weed, or rather the kids chased and caught it for her, racing over the hardpan in pursuit of the tough, fibrous balls. The things were almost entirely empty space and Ella's cunning fingers could coax the randomness of their criss-crossed strands into meaning that pleased the eye. Deft twists could render a horse or man suspended in a network of threads within the outer sphere that was itself just a lattice of thicker strands. Livira watched Ella work. "I wish I could do that." Ella looked up from her task and held up her current piece on the palm of one wrinkled hand. "For you." Livira picked it up, a small sphere of wind-weed just five or six inches across. Immediately Ella took up a replacement and began anew. Livira studied her unexpected prize. It looked half-finished, the mass of fibres compressed towards the middle seeming like just a clotting of many threads that wove nothing. But as she rotated the ball a shape emerged within it, still vague, like a man approaching through a dust storm, indistinct but definitely...

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Authors Mark Lawrence
Publisher Ace Books
 
Languages English
Product format Hardback
Released 11.04.2023
 
EAN 9780593437919
ISBN 978-0-593-43791-9
No. of pages 576
Dimensions 157 mm x 236 mm x 43 mm
Series The Library Trilogy
Subject Fiction > Science fiction, fantasy

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