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- KurzbeschreibungA New York Times and Indie Bestseller<br>The dark will bring your worst nightmares to light in this gripping and eerie survival story, perfect for fans of James Dashner and Neil Gaiman.<br>On Marin's island, the sunrise only comes every twenty-eight years. But it's not the dawn she has to worry about. When sunset triggers the tide to roll out hundreds of miles, the islanders of Bliss must quickly prepare to sail south, where they will wait out the long, fourteen years of unforgiving Night. Marin and her twin brother, Kana, ready their house for departure: locks must be taken off doors, furniture arranged, tables set. The rituals are bizarre, but none of the adults in town will discuss why it has to be done this way.<br>Just as the ships are about to sail, a boy goes missing-the twins' friend Line. Marin and Kana are the only ones who know the truth about where Line has gone, and the only way to rescue him is by doing it themselves. But Night is falling. Their island is changing.<br>And it may already be too late.<br>"Creepy."- Us Weekly<br>"Cinematic."- Entertainment Weekly<br>"Fall's biggest thriller novel."-Mashable.com<br>"Halpern and Kujawinski invent a fascinating world that comes to life, full of intriguing monsters . . . The teens' desperate journey to find their way off the island will keep readers turning pages."- Kirkus Reviews <br>
- AutorJake Halpern,Peter Kujawinski
- VerlagPenguin LCC US
- Seiten384 Seiten
- Gewicht367 g
- LeseprobeThis excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof<br>Copyright © 2015 Jake Halpern and Peter Kujawinski<br>CHAPTER 1<br>MARIN WALKED INTO THE WIND AND FELT IT GENTLY PUSH back. A few more steps and she'd be at the edge of the cliff. Her focus was on the thistle, the prickly green plants that crunched beneath her feet. What would happen to these plants during the years of Night? Would they wither and die, or would they simply lie dormant, waiting for the first rays of sunlight to peek up from the horizon? She had asked those who had been through this before, but they refused to discuss it. No one talked about the Night, even though it was almost upon them.<br>She stopped near the precipice. The water below was dark, almost black, and it stretched everywhere, like a liquid version of the sky. In the last year, as the sun had begun its final de- scent, the water had gone from blue-green to iridescent blue, and from there it grew steadily darker. A hint of its fluorescence remained, but now it provoked a shiver instead of a smile.<br>Marin took a deep breath of the cold sea air. When the sun vanished, it would get even colder. Everything would freeze-at least that's what people at school said. In any case, by the time that happened, she'd be long gone, along with everyone else in Bliss. Only the buildings would remain, silent and empty, en- tombed in ice.<br>The wind flung Marin's wavy black hair into her face. She was smaller than other girls her age, but she was stronger than most. Her arms and legs were long and well-muscled, the product of years spent climbing, hiking, and sailing. She had honey-colored eyes, long lashes, and bronze skin-a striking combination, which she inherited from her mother. Her cloth- ing, however, was plain and purely functional: waxed canvas pants, a raw denim shirt, and leather boots.<br>"Has the tide turned yet?"<br>Marin spun at the unexpected voice. She had been waiting for her friend Line, but instead she saw Palan-a frail man with paper-thin skin and a bald head marked with brown sunspots. Palan had lived through several Mornings and his skin bore the proof. His cobalt-blue robe rippled in the wind, revealing a left arm that ended in a stump just above his wrist.<br>"I'm not sure about the tide," Marin replied. "What do you think?"<br>The old man faced Marin, his watery eyes looking past her, into the distance. "This is my fourth Evening," he said quietly. He tightened the heavy wool scarf wrapped around his neck. "The sun seems to be moving faster and faster with the years." Marin followed his gaze. The sun had almost disappeared below the horizon. Only a sliver remained visible. The entire western sky was ablaze in magnificent shades of orange and red
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