The Curse of the Gloamglozer (The Edge Chronicles, Book 4; The Quint Trilogy, Book 1)

The Curse of the Gloamglozer (The Edge Chronicles, Book 4; The Quint Trilogy, Book 1)

Paul Stewart, Chris Riddell

Language: English

Pages: 181


Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Original publication: 2001 in Great Britain with Doubleday


Quint, the son of a sky pirate captain and new apprentice to Linius Pallitax, the Most High Academe, has been given some highly important tasks. Just how important, Quint is about to find out as he and Linius's only daughter, Maris, are plunged into a terrifying adventure that takes them deep within the rock upon which Sanctaphrax is built.

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Pitiful sounds. Terrible sounds. And then, silence. Tweezel shook his head and climbed to the third landing. He still remembered how long the silence had seemed to last and how impenetrable it had been. Despite his sensitive antennae, he had had no idea what had happened. The seconds had ticked past, one after the other … And then all at once, shattering the deathly silence, had come the most wonderful sound of all – the sound of a baby crying. The sound of the young mistress. Linius Pallitax

he looked closer, there was never anyone there – yet he couldn't shake off the feeling of being observed. On the approach to the great landing now, with the wooden boards groaning beneath their feet, the professor steered Quint towards an ancient-looking cage which creaked gently in the breeze. It was suspended in mid-air from a winch near the end of the stage. The professor strode over to it, released the cotter-pin lock and brought the cage up on its chain with a rusty clang till it was at the

about his old life… He imagined his father, Wind Jackal, sinking a glass of woodgrog and turning in for the night. He remembered his own hammock – how soft it was, how warm… ‘I'm so cold!’ he grumbled. He turned his attention to the pitted rockface in front of him. It was the first time he'd been this close. In essence, the great floating rock was exactly the same as the flight-rocks which kept the fleets of sky ships aloft, and even the small buoyant-rock of the cage. Except for its immense

his middle-finger was now coated in the same black chalky substance. ‘No!’ he cried out, and the explosion of fear and frustration echoed down the intricate catacomb of tubes, tunnels and galleries all round him – No No No No – before fading away, only to be replaced a moment later by a different sound entirely. It was the sound of scratching and scurrying. And it was coming closer. For a moment, Quint thought it must be the professor, hurrying back to the sky cage. But only for a moment. The

following. But it hadn't worked out. Maris, who could see clearly, was unsure what she was searching for, while Quint, who – since he'd put them there – knew exactly what the marks looked like, could barely see a thing. As the tunnel was too narrow for them to walk two abreast, they'd swapped places. It worked far better with Quint leading and Maris following close behind, the lantern raised up above Quint's left shoulder – although having the hot, bright flame so close to his face coloured his

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