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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... winds at seventyfive miles an hour. I was grateful for my fleecelined coat. Spyglass to my face, I slowly swept the heavens. Here at the Aurora's summit, shielded by a glass observation dome, I had a threesixty view of the sky around ...
... wind was so light. We were rapidly gaining. There was something eerie about it, just hanging there like a dead thing, all dark and listless in the sky. After a few moments, the captain's voice sounded over the speaking tube. “We can't ...
... winds like that, with no means of propulsion. I hoped no one on board was hurt. Down the ladder I went, through the ... wind—even though it was a gentle one—would come galloping in and knock us about. With a hiss, the two doors pulled ...
... wind, the drone of the engines, and the pungent smell of the tropical sea poured into the bay. Below, starlight painted the ocean silver. We were closing on the balloon, the gondola hanging level with the cargo bay doors. The sound of ...
... wind, or the creak of the cable unwinding, or maybe some whalesong out to sea. “Lower me some, please!” I called over my shoulder. Looking back at the ship did give me a moment's pause. It wasn't fear—more interest, really. Just the ...
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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 | |