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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... line that clipped on to a mooring ring on the wall. At a nod from Mr. Rideau, two crewmen manned the bay doors. Instinctively I spread my legs apart for balance. Once those doors were opened, the wind—even though it was a gentle one ...
... lines, each tipped with a fourpronged grapple. The engines had all but stopped, and the Aurora slid slowly alongside the balloon. The gondola was directly opposite us, a good fifty feet distant, I'd say. “Heave!” Mr. Rideau cried out ...
... lines and wheeling out the davit's arm to its full length. “Let's see if she'll reach,” the captain said. “Swing her out, please.” Breathless, I watched, wondering if it would be long enough. I knew what the captain had in mind. I kept ...
... lines. They winched me up a little so it was like sitting on a swing. Up close, the davit's arm seemed a frail enough bit of metal to hang your life upon, but I knew she could carry fifty of me. “I know you'll not falter,” the captain ...
... lines. Flight lines. I'd never sailed a balloon, and the rigging was unfamiliar to me. There were eight lines holding the balloon to the gondola, two stretching up from each corner. “Take care, Mr. Cruse!” I heard the captain shout down ...
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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 | |