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Informationen zum Autor Lauren Kate is the internationally bestselling author of the FALLEN and TEARDROP series. Her books have been translated into more than thirty languages. She lives in Los Angeles. Visit her online at laurenkatebooks.net. Klappentext From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Fallen series comes Waterfall, a novel about love, betrayal, and epic consequences-a world-altering tale told by a girl whose tears have the power to raise the lost continent of Atlantis. Eureka's tears have flooded the earth, and now Atlantis is rising. Eureka is the only one who can stop Atlantis's evil king, Atlas, but first she must learn how to fight. With her friend Brooks now lost to her forever, Eureka travels across the ocean with Cat, her family, and the gorgeous and mysterious Ander. Trying to make sense of the dark world her sorrow has created, Eureka discovers a soul-crushing secret. If she's strong enough, she can use it to defeat Atlas-unless her broken heart is just what he needs to fuel his rising kingdom. . . . In Waterfall, Eureka has the chance to save the world. But she'll have to give up everything-even love. Praise for Teardrop: "Fans of Kate's popular Fallen series will find a similar blend of supernatural romance, mystery, and destiny." -Publishers Weekly "Addictive." -Uncorked Thoughts "Enchanting." -Teenreads.com The sky wept. Sorrow flooded the earth. Starling opened her mouth to catch the raindrops falling through the hole in her cordon. The Seedbearer’s transparent sanctuary was pitched over the bonfire like a camper’s cozy tent. It sealed out the deluge, except for the small opening at the top meant to vent the fire’s smoke and admit a sample of the rain. Drops dampened Starling’s tongue. They were salty. She tasted ancient uprooted trees, oceans reclaiming land. She tasted black water on coastlines, gulfs engulfed. Withering wildflowers, parched highlands, everything salt--poisoned. A million rotting corpses. Eureka’s tears had done this—-and more. Starling smacked her lips, probing the rain for something else. She closed her eyes and rolled the rain over her tongue like a sommelier sampling wine. She could not yet taste Atlantean spires interrupting sky. She could not taste the edges of Atlas, the Evil One. This was good but confusing. Tears shed by the Tearline girl were meant to bring Atlantis back. Preventing those tears’ fall had been the Seedbearers’ single objective. They had failed. And what had happened? The flood was here, but where was its ruler? Eureka had brought the horse but not its rider. Had the Tearline swerved? Had something gone wrong in the right way? Starling hunched over the fire and studied her nautical charts. Teardrops streamed down the cordon walls in sheets, accentuating the warmth and brightness of the citronella--scented space inside. If Starling had been someone else, she might have curled up with a mug of cocoa and a novel, let the rain lull her into another world. If Starling had been someone else, old age would have killed her millennia ago. It was midnight in the Kisatchie National Forest in central Louisiana. Starling had been waiting for the others since midday. She knew they would come, though they had not discussed this location. The girl had wept so suddenly. Her flood dispersed the Seedbearers along this vile new marsh, and there had been no time to plan their regrouping. But here was where it would happen. Yesterday, before Eureka cried, this site had sat a hundred and fifty miles from the Gulf. Now it was a shard of dis-appearing coastline. The bayou—-its banks, dirt roads, dance halls, twisting live oak trees, antebellum mansions, and pickup trucks—-lay entombed in a sea of selfish tears. And somewhere out there swam Ander, in love with the girl who’d done this. Resentment brewed ...
