Airborn: A Printz Honor WinnerHarper Collins, 2009年9月22日 - 544 頁 Sailing toward dawn, and I was perched atop the crow's nest, being the ship's eyes. We were two nights out of Sydney, and there'd been no weather to speak of so far. I was keeping watch on a dark stack of nimbus clouds off to the northwest, but we were leaving it far behind, and it looked to be smooth going all the way back to Lionsgate City. Like riding a cloud. . . . Matt Cruse is a cabin boy on the Aurora, a huge airship that sails hundreds of feet above the ocean, ferrying wealthy passengers from city to city. It is the life Matt's always wanted; convinced he's lighter than air, he imagines himself as buoyant as the hydrium gas that powers his ship. One night he meets a dying balloonist who speaks of beautiful creatures drifting through the skies. It is only after Matt meets the balloonist's granddaughter that he realizes that the man's ravings may, in fact, have been true, and that the creatures are completely real and utterly mysterious. In a swashbuckling adventure reminiscent of Jules Verne and Robert Louis Stevenson, Kenneth Oppel, author of the best-selling Silverwing trilogy, creates an imagined world in which the air is populated by transcontinental voyagers, pirates, and beings never before dreamed of by the humans who sail the skies. |
搜尋書籍內容
第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 6 筆
... breathing. Perfuming the air was the faintest fragrance of ripe mangoes—the smell of the hydrium gas inside the cells. I dropped down onto the keel catwalk. The main thoroughfare, it ran the entire length of the ship, from the control ...
... breath, hoping. The captain stared straight at me and smiled. “Mr. Cruse, I look at you, and of all the men, you're the one who shows not the slightest hint of fear. Am I right?” “Yes, sir. I have no fear of heights.” “I know it, Mr ...
... breath out. It took a moment to suck some air into me. My arms sang with pain. I heard the crew above in the Aurora, cheering me. I heaved myself up, scrabbling with my feet for purchase, and then crashed over into the gondola. Beside ...
... breath as it fell past the gondola. Fire crackled in the wicker, and I grabbed a blanket from the floor and smothered the flames. There was a sharp tug from the cable, and we were being reeled in, rocking. I made sure the fire was out ...
... breathing was raspy. It was strange the way I felt about him: connected was the only word I could conjure up. I'd spotted his balloon out there in the night sky, and I'd swung onto his gondola and found him lying crumpled on the deck ...
內容
Kate | |
Hot Chocolate for | |
The Log of the Endurance | |
Szpirglas | |
Sinking | |
The Island | |
Nest | |
The Cloud | |
Rescue | |
The | |
Ship Taken | |
Airborne | |
Airborn | |
At Anchor | |
Bones | |
Shipshape | |
The One That Fell | |
Shipwrecked | |
Hydrium | |
About the Author | |
Praise | |
Credits | |
Copyright About the Publisher | |