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Zusatztext Luna lives in a swamp. It didn’t used to be a swamp. Back in Granny Tu’s time! it was a lovely flowing river! filled with sprites and fairies and magic where all of the people of the village were happy. Now the fairies are gone and the magic has turned dark and there is a sickness in the water. Or so they say. Luna doesn’t believe a word of it. She only believes what she can see and touch and hear. When Luna’s beloved younger sister! Willow! falls into the swamp and catches the river sickness! Luna’s family is torn asunder. Willow has three weeks until she wastes away and dies! just like their father did years earlier. Luna’s brave journey to save her sister takes her to places her mother told her never to go and to the very heart of the dark magic. Told in alternating chapters of the past fairy time and Luna’s present! this meandering tale highlights the power of sisterly love in a truly enchanting way. VERDICT The book is an easy read and will appeal to lower level/higher interest readers but its charming narrative will be sure to captivate everyone. Informationen zum Autor Melanie Crowder lives on the Colorado Front Range, where she is a writer and educator. She holds an MFA in writing from Vermont College of Fine Arts. She is the author of the middle grade novels Parched, A Nearer Moon, and the Lighthouse Keepers series and the young adult novels Audacity and An Uninterrupted View of the Sky. Visit her at MelanieCrowder.com. Klappentext Long ago the dam formed, the lively river turned into a swamp, and the wasting illness came to Luna's village, and now that her little sister is sick Luna will do anything to save her, even offer herself to the creature that lives in the swamp on the day of the nearer moon--a lonely and bitter water sprite who was left behind when her people fled through a door to another world.A Nearer Moon 1 Luna At the edge of the swamp, rimmed round with tall marsh grasses and dotted with pulai trees dripping humid tears, a girl with long limbs and hair as dark as a moonless night stepped through the reeds and into her shallow boat. On the hill behind her, seraya trees rustled their leaves, and a blizzard of tiny yellow flowers spun through the air. To the west, the river spilled in; to the east, the dam held back the water. In the space between, her village perched over the sweltering swamp. Luna lifted a long steering pole and was just about to shove away from the shore when a smaller girl with the same black hair and gangly limbs called out as she ran down the hill from the garden plots. “Take me with you!” Willow shouted. Luna stepped one foot back on the shore to steady them both, reaching out a hand to help her little sister into the boat. “You weren’t really going without me, were you?” Willow wobbled, arms outstretched, toward the bow. Luna chuckled. As if her little sister would ever allow that. Willow sat cross-legged on the rough-hewn floor and rubbed the tiny pewter charm tacked to the bow for luck. She gripped the edges of the boat, her whole body twitching with excitement. Luna tested her weight and shifted the bundle of nets at her feet. With one solid push, the flat boat drifted out of the reeds, gliding between water lilies opening to greet the late morning sun. A haze of sticky, sweaty heat hung like a cloud of gnats over the swamp. Luna dipped her pole into the water. Hand over hand, she lowered it down until the smooth wood caught in the mud below, caught and held like a child curling her fingers into a lock of hair and gripping tight. Luna leaned out and pulled her pole away from the reluctant mud, hand over hand. Water trickled over
