Greenwitch (The Dark is Rising Sequence)
Susan Cooper
Language: English
Pages: 192
ISBN: 0689840349
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Simon, Jane, and Barney, enlisted by their mysterious great-uncle, arrive in a small coastal town to recover a priceless golden grail stolen by the forces of evil -- Dark. They are not at first aware of the strange powers of another boy brought to help, Will Stanton -- nor of the sinister significance of the Greenwitch, an image of leaves and branches that for centuries has been cast into the sea for good luck in fishing and harvest.
Their search for the grail sets into motion a series of distubing, sometimes dangerous events that, at their climax, bring forth a gift that, for a time at least, will keep the Dark from rising.
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swirl and coil into itself, curving, breaking and joining again, forming islands that drifted out and then vanished, merging into the rest. And he saw . . . he saw. . . . Darkness took hold of his brain like sudden sleep, and he knew nothing more. CHAPTER SIX JANE WAS ALMOST IN TEARS. “BUT THEY COULDN’T JUST DISAPPEAR! Something awful must have happened!” “Nonsense,” Merriman said. “They’ll be rushing in any moment now, demanding their breakfasts.” “But breakfast was more than an
that is.” “Yes. Whatever that is.” “Hey Jane, look at this!” Simon was bending to the eyepiece of the telescope. “It’s fantastic, like being right on top of him. You can practically count his eyelashes.” “I’ve been staring at that face so long I could draw it from memory,” Barney said. Simon was glued to the lens, entranced. “It’s as good as being able to hear anything he says. You might even be able to lip-read. You can see every single little change of expression.” “That’s right,” Barney
upright. He flung away his brush; paints and papers rushed away from him and were gone on the wind; all that he held was the strange glimmering canvas. He raised it above his head, and shouted some words in a tongue the children did not understand. And suddenly they heard a sound like nothing they had ever heard from the sea before: a great sucking, hissing noise, echoing from side to side of the little harbour. The wind died away. There was all at once a strong, very strong smell of the sea: a
Barney took hold of the top of the box. The ancient rotting cardboard came away in his hand, and a brightness was in their eyes, a golden radiance that seemed to fill the decrepit, crumbling remnants of what had once a long time ago been a caravan. And there shining beneath their eyes was the grail. CHAPTER THIRTEEN IN THE FARMYARD, IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE, A GREAT ROUND piece of granite was set into the ground: an old mill-wheel, worn and grass-fringed. On its bright-flecked grey surface
you like. Full of lovely walks.” She showed him a Guide to North Wales, for thirty-five pence. “Well,” said Will, counting out his money rather reluctantly. “I can always take it home afterwards, I suppose.” “It would make a very nice present,” said the girl earnestly. “Got some beautiful pictures, it has. And just look at the cover!” “Thank you,” said Will. When he peered at the little book, outside, it told him that the Saxons had settled Tywyn in 516 A.D., round the church built by St
