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. |
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... head. It seemed madness to be at the mercy of the winds like that, with no means of propulsion. I hoped no one on board was hurt. Down the ladder I went, through the webwork of alumiron beams and bracing wires that gave the Aurora her ...
... head of gray curly hair, and wide in the shoulders. He wasn't a particularly big man or even tall, but when he walked into the room you could almost sense everyone exhaling in relief and thinking, There now, things will work out just ...
... head was a metal frame that supported the burners. The frame had four metal struts that were welded to the gondola's iron rim. It all seemed a little rickety, but it would have to be good enough; I saw nothing better. I curled the hook ...
... head. He looked to be in his sixties. Through the whiskers, his face had a sharpened look to it, all cheekbones and nose. Lips scabbed over by wind and lack of water. A handsome gentleman. I didn't really know what else to do, so I just ...
... head a little, and his lips parted and he mumbled silently for a bit. Scattered on the floor were all manner of things. Empty water bottles and unopened cans of food. An astrolabe, dividers, a compass, and rolled up charts. From ...
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Up Ship | |
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 | |