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Les Chroniques de Prydain serie #1

Over Sea, Under Stone (Volume 1)

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Présentation de l'éditeur The first volume of Susan Cooper's brilliant and absorbing fantasy series, The Dark Is Rising. On holiday in Cornwall, the three Drew children discover an ancient map in the attic of the house that they are staying in. They know immediately that it is special. It is even more than that -- the key to finding a grail, a source of power to fight the forces of evil known as the Dark. And in searching for it themselves, the Drews put their very lives in peril. Extrait Over Sea, Under Stone • Chapter One • “Where is he?” Barney hopped from one foot to the other as he clambered down from the train, peering in vain through the white-faced crowds flooding eagerly to the St Austell ticket barrier. “Oh, I can’t see him. Is he there?” “Of course he’s there,” Simon said, struggling to clutch the long canvas bundle of his father’s fishing rods. “He said he’d meet us. With a car.” Behind them, the big diesel locomotive hooted like a giant owl, and the train began to move out. “Stay where you are a minute,” Father said, from a barricade of suitcases. “Merry won’t vanish. Let people get clear.” Jane sniffed ecstatically. “I can smell the sea!” “We’re miles from the sea,” Simon said loftily. “I don’t care. I can smell it.” “Trewissick’s five miles from St Austell, Great-Uncle Merry said.” “Oh, where is he?” Barney still jigged impatiently on the dusty grey platform, glaring at the disappearing backs that masked his view. Then suddenly he stood still, gazing downwards. “Hey—look.” They looked. He was staring at a large black suitcase among the forest of shuffling legs. “What’s so marvellous about that?” Jane said. Then they saw that the suitcase had two brown pricked ears and a long waving brown tail. Its owner picked it up and moved away, and the dog which had been behind it was left standing there alone, looking up and down the platform. He was a long, rangy, lean dog, and where the sunlight shafted down on his coat it gleamed dark red. Barney whistled, and held out his hand. “Darling, no,” said his mother plaintively, clutching at the bunch of paint-brushes that sprouted from her pocket like a tuft of celery. But even before Barney whistled, the dog had begun trotting in their direction, swift and determined, as if he were recognizing old friends. He loped round them in a circle, raising his long red muzzle to each in turn, then stopped beside Jane, and licked her hand. “Isn’t he gorgeous?” Jane crouched beside him, and ruffled the long silky fur of his neck. “Darling, be careful,” Mother said. “He’ll get left behind. He must belong to someone over there.” “I wish he belonged to us.” “So does he,” Barney said. “Look.” He scratched the red head, and the dog gave a throaty half-bark of pleasure. “No,” Father said. The crowds were thinning now, and through the barrier they could see clear blue sky out over the station yard. “His name’s on his collar,” Jane said, still down beside the dog’s neck. She fumbled with the silver tab on the heavy strap. “It says Rufus. And something else . . . Trewissick. Hey, he comes from the village!” But as she looked up, suddenly the others were not there. She jumped to her feet and ran after them into the sunshine, seeing in an instant what they had seen: the towering familiar figure of Great-Uncle Merry, out in the yard, waiting for them. They clustered round him, chattering like squirrels round the base of a tree. “Ah, there you are,” he said casually, looking down at them from beneath his bristling white eyebrows with a slight smile. “Cornwall’s wonderful,” Barney said, bubbling. “You haven’t seen it yet,” said Great-Uncle Merry. “How are you, Ellen, my dear?” He bent and aimed a brief peck at Mother’s cheek. He treated her always as though he had forgotten that she had grown up. Although he was not her real uncle, but only a friend of her father, he had been close to the family for so many years that it never occurred to them to wonder where he had Afficher moinsAfficher plus

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Présentation de l'éditeur The first volume of Susan Cooper's brilliant and absorbing fantasy series, The Dark Is Rising. On holiday in Cornwall, the three Drew children discover an ancient map in the attic of the house that they are staying in. They know immediately that it is special. It is even more than that -- the key to finding a grail, a source of power to fight the forces of evil known as the Dark. And in searching for it themselves, the Drews put their very lives in peril. Extrait Over Sea, Under Stone • Chapter One • “Where is he?” Barney hopped from one foot to the other as he clambered down from the train, peering in vain through the white-faced crowds flooding eagerly to the St Austell ticket barrier. “Oh, I can’t see him. Is he there?” “Of course he’s there,” Simon said, struggling to clutch the long canvas bundle of his father’s fishing rods. “He said he’d meet us. With a car.” Behind them, the big diesel locomotive hooted like a giant owl, and the train began to move out. “Stay where you are a minute,” Father said, from a barricade of suitcases. “Merry won’t vanish. Let people get clear.” Jane sniffed ecstatically. “I can smell the sea!” “We’re miles from the sea,” Simon said loftily. “I don’t care. I can smell it.” “Trewissick’s five miles from St Austell, Great-Uncle Merry said.” “Oh, where is he?” Barney still jigged impatiently on the dusty grey platform, glaring at the disappearing backs that masked his view. Then suddenly he stood still, gazing downwards. “Hey—look.” They looked. He was staring at a large black suitcase among the forest of shuffling legs. “What’s so marvellous about that?” Jane said. Then they saw that the suitcase had two brown pricked ears and a long waving brown tail. Its owner picked it up and moved away, and the dog which had been behind it was left standing there alone, looking up and down the platform. He was a long, rangy, lean dog, and where the sunlight shafted down on his coat it gleamed dark red. Barney whistled, and held out his hand. “Darling, no,” said his mother plaintively, clutching at the bunch of paint-brushes that sprouted from her pocket like a tuft of celery. But even before Barney whistled, the dog had begun trotting in their direction, swift and determined, as if he were recognizing old friends. He loped round them in a circle, raising his long red muzzle to each in turn, then stopped beside Jane, and licked her hand. “Isn’t he gorgeous?” Jane crouched beside him, and ruffled the long silky fur of his neck. “Darling, be careful,” Mother said. “He’ll get left behind. He must belong to someone over there.” “I wish he belonged to us.” “So does he,” Barney said. “Look.” He scratched the red head, and the dog gave a throaty half-bark of pleasure. “No,” Father said. The crowds were thinning now, and through the barrier they could see clear blue sky out over the station yard. “His name’s on his collar,” Jane said, still down beside the dog’s neck. She fumbled with the silver tab on the heavy strap. “It says Rufus. And something else . . . Trewissick. Hey, he comes from the village!” But as she looked up, suddenly the others were not there. She jumped to her feet and ran after them into the sunshine, seeing in an instant what they had seen: the towering familiar figure of Great-Uncle Merry, out in the yard, waiting for them. They clustered round him, chattering like squirrels round the base of a tree. “Ah, there you are,” he said casually, looking down at them from beneath his bristling white eyebrows with a slight smile. “Cornwall’s wonderful,” Barney said, bubbling. “You haven’t seen it yet,” said Great-Uncle Merry. “How are you, Ellen, my dear?” He bent and aimed a brief peck at Mother’s cheek. He treated her always as though he had forgotten that she had grown up. Although he was not her real uncle, but only a friend of her father, he had been close to the family for so many years that it never occurred to them to wonder where he had Afficher moinsAfficher plus

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Over Sea, Under Stone (Volume 1)
Editeur
Margaret K. Mcelderry Books
Format
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Publication
01 novembre 2000
Série
Les Chroniques de Prydain
Pages
304
Taille
19.4 x 13 x 2.5 cm
Poids
128
ISBN-13
9780689840357
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