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Iron Wolf

Arctis Verlagerschienen am01.07.2023
Juva hates blood readers. Praised for their Sight, they are nothing but swindlers, preying on people's fears, for power and profit. Born by blood readers herself, she knows only too well, and she has vowed never to become one of them. But when her family is threatened by vardari, the eerie lasting ones, who never age, Juva is entangled in a desperate hunt for the blood readers' legacy: a dark secret that once changed the world, and may do so again. In order to survive, she has to confront the childhood memory she fought to forget: That time she saw the devil. Iron Wolf is a spellbinding fantasy mystery on a norse foundation, about blood, desire and addiction. It's the first book in the trilogy VARDARI, an independent series set in the universe of the award-winning fantasy phenomenon THE RAVEN RINGS

Siri Pettersen made her sensational debut in 2013 with the Norwegian publication of Odin's Child, the first book in The Raven Rings trilogy, which has earned numerous awards and nominations at home and abroad. Siri has a background as a designer and comics creator. Her roots are in Finnsnes and Trondheim, but she now lives in Oslo, where you're likely to find her in a coffee shop. According to fellow writers, her superpower is 'mega motivation'--the ability to inspire other creative souls.mehr
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KlappentextJuva hates blood readers. Praised for their Sight, they are nothing but swindlers, preying on people's fears, for power and profit. Born by blood readers herself, she knows only too well, and she has vowed never to become one of them. But when her family is threatened by vardari, the eerie lasting ones, who never age, Juva is entangled in a desperate hunt for the blood readers' legacy: a dark secret that once changed the world, and may do so again. In order to survive, she has to confront the childhood memory she fought to forget: That time she saw the devil. Iron Wolf is a spellbinding fantasy mystery on a norse foundation, about blood, desire and addiction. It's the first book in the trilogy VARDARI, an independent series set in the universe of the award-winning fantasy phenomenon THE RAVEN RINGS

Siri Pettersen made her sensational debut in 2013 with the Norwegian publication of Odin's Child, the first book in The Raven Rings trilogy, which has earned numerous awards and nominations at home and abroad. Siri has a background as a designer and comics creator. Her roots are in Finnsnes and Trondheim, but she now lives in Oslo, where you're likely to find her in a coffee shop. According to fellow writers, her superpower is 'mega motivation'--the ability to inspire other creative souls.
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Weitere ISBN/GTIN9781646906154
ProduktartE-Book
EinbandartE-Book
FormatEPUB
Erscheinungsjahr2023
Erscheinungsdatum01.07.2023
Seiten480 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Dateigrösse1284
Artikel-Nr.11102513
Rubriken
Genre9200

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Leseprobe


THE NEWBIE


The newbie was the worst kind, a city schlub who thought he was a wolf hunter after his first night in Svartna. He had an awkward, forced chumminess about him, and he talked nonstop. Juva was on the verge of stuffing snow in her ears just to block him out.

Instead, Juva stood and started rolling up the sleeping furs. Let the rest of them sit there nodding indulgently while the newbie clowned around, wasting valuable daylight. She had woken up at the crack of dawn for this? She d lit the campfire so the rest of them could wake up to food and warmth. They had eventually crawled out of their snow caves, a group of seven this time.

It was usually six. Six was better.

The newbie had been the last one up. Even so, he had planted his butt by the fire without pitching in, and he was still sitting there yammering away, his mouth full of food. He should be packing up his stuff, getting ready-as ready as he could get, anyway, with that equipment.

Juva hauled the pelts over and put them in the sleigh, sneaking peeks at him. His leather boots were new and wide open around the calf, more suitable for shuffling around in the streets of Náklav. He had gotten soaked yesterday and would again today, too. His crossbow sat planted bow-down in the snow, as if he couldn t tell the front from the back. If he ever got around to shooting it, there would be ice in the arrow groove. The arrows stuck up out of a quiver on his hip, and they clinked against each other as he moved. The only wolf they would get close to would be a deaf one.

Juva glanced at the others and discovered that Broddmar was studying her as he scraped up the last spoonful of fermented groats in his bowl. She turned her back to him and buckled on her straps. The pack had belonged to Father, so it had always been a little too big for her, but the leather was worn soft and had stopped chafing ages ago. She had also made some good improvements: a strap across her chest, which lessened the weight of the crossbow on her back; a large bag on her hip belt; and a sheath for her skinning knife. She tightened the buckle that held the arrows firmly to her thigh. They sat in a row, with their poisoned brown steel tips safely hidden. They had to be easy to draw but sit securely enough to tolerate a fall. For the newbie s sake, she hoped he wasn t using poisoned arrows; he would probably kill himself the minute he stumbled.

She heard Broddmar s footsteps behind her in the snow.

Hey, Juva . . .

No, I m not taking him.

Broddmar didn t respond right away. Unlike the newbie, he usually thought before he spoke, but then, he was old enough to be her grandfather, so presumably being strong and silent came with age. That was why Broddmar made the decisions. And now he had decided that they would bring along this runt who, at best, would waste their hunt and, at worst, risk their lives.

Fine, Broddmar said eventually. When we split up, he ll come with me.

Juva tightened the strap around one of the sleeping hides until it looked strangled, like a furry hourglass.

Broddmar cleared his throat behind her back. I don t think those hides are planning to run off anywhere.

She turned around and tilted her head discreetly toward the newbie, who was bragging to the others about his crossbow.

You re the one who always said the team is no stronger than its weakest link! Juva objected. Look at him! He s never hunted before. He s a kid!

Broddmar s cheeks became a little more sunken, evidence that he was hiding a smile.

You re nineteen, Broddmar pointed out. He s at least ten years older than you.

She narrowed her eyes, and he hurried to add, Listen . . . He s seeing a good friend of Muggen s sister, so Muggen couldn t tell him no. It s just this one time, Juva.

That last admission soothed her irritation. He knew he d made a mistake. He smiled encouragingly, with a broad gap where Father had once knocked out his front teeth. He only had his molars left in his upper jaw, which made her name sound like Jufa whenever he was stressed. It was charming, and he used it for all it was worth.

He s going to screw up, she muttered.

Broddmar s shaggy wool mitten patted her on the shoulder before he turned around to go. She grabbed his sleeve.

You owe me, Broddmar. The next time you dress in red, I want to go with you.

Broddmar glanced over at the others, but no one could hear them over the newbie s nonstop talking.

No, Juva, you won t be coming. Let it die now. Lagalune would have my hide if I let you come, and I m not idiot enough to run afoul of your mother.

As if she cared.

Juva let him go. There was a limit to how much teasing Broddmar would permit. She trusted him, in spite of the newbie. If Broddmar felt safe with him, so should she. But worry wriggled like worms in her belly. It wasn t because the fool was inexperienced. She had been that way herself a few years ago. It was more than that. He was nervous, restless. He was careless where he stuck the crossbow, as if it wasn t actually important, as if he wasn t actually out here to get leather or wolf teeth at all.

She wished she had never learned to read people. It wasn t something anyone could forget. Whether she wanted to or not, she picked things up just from how people moved, the words they used. It made her feel like a thief, robbing them of the chance to show her who they were on their own. She already knew more about the newbie than he knew about himself. She just hoped she was wrong.

The others had begun to stir. Hanuk kicked snow over the fire, which sizzled until it died. Lok squatted, lacing on his snowshoes. His rust-red hair reached down to the ground in that position. He nodded to the boots that belonged to the newbie, who still hadn t stood up yet.

You re not afraid of going home with frostbite, eh?

Juva was relieved that someone had finally said something. Lok sometimes had a big mouth, but he meant well, brimming with emotions as he was. He cried for no reason and missed his kids after half a day. And even with four mouths to feed, his shoes were still better than the newbie s.

What, these? the newbie asked, pulling in his feet and looking down. These cost a premium price, I can assure you. They re from Kastor in Sakseveita, the best shoemaker in Náklav! He has a waiting list, but I-

I don t doubt it, Lok cut him short. But we have extra shoes and mittens for anyone who needs them.

Yes, that won t be me, you know. I ve got the best that money can buy. The newbie nudged Lok s shoulder with his fist, as if they shared a secret. Plus, I ve got fate on my side. I went to the blood reader not three days ago. She has a waitlist as well.

Juva held her breath.

That s all we need.

And she said you couldn t freeze to death? Lok asked.

Basically. She said I had barely started my life.

Juva rolled her eyes. How gullible could you be? The wording was a dodge, and she had heard it a thousand times. All the blood reader had said was that he was young. His having a long time left to live was his own conclusion.

Hanuk burst out into a magpie-like laugh. Doesn t sound like a guarantee that you ll get old, he pointed out.

The newbie leapt to his feet, clearly shaken that anyone would knock the fortune he d put stock in. He started bumbling his way through the fable about how the blood readers had gotten their powers from the devil himself in wolf s clothing. As if everybody in Slokna hadn t taken in the fairy tale about The Sisters and the Wolf with their mother s milk.

That s bullshit, Muggen said. Right, Juva?

Juva clenched her teeth. Broddmar jabbed Muggen in the side with his elbow and he jumped. Muggen glanced up at Juva, ashamed at his slip of the tongue. Typical. He was as dim as a rock but as imposing as a mountain.

The newbie caught that and came over to her, eagerly. Why is he asking you? You know blood readers?

You could at least tie something around those, Juva said, pointing to his boots. So you don t get snow down inside them. We re not going to turn back because your toes get cold.

Do you? Are you related to blood readers? Apparently he wouldn t let himself be distracted from the question.

If I say yes, will you tie some leather around your shoes?

She turned her back to him, but he slipped around in front of her and leaned against the sleigh. You re too pretty to be so touchy.

If a blood reader told you to dive off the side of Ulebru, would you do it? She gave the sleigh a jerk, and his elbow slipped off the edge. He didn t say anything, and it dawned on her that he was actually thinking about it.

Juva had had more than enough. She strode rapidly toward the woods, and the others hurried after her.

Who is she?

She could still hear the newbie behind her.

Juva, Broddmar replied.

But who is she? What s her family name?

Hunter. She s Juva Hunter.

That s not a blood reader name, is it? His question ended in a grunt. He was stumped.

Juva continued into the charred trees that gave Svartna its name. They looked like rivers of ink against the white snow; it was easy to get lost here. There were no colors or life, and nothing new could grow. Enormous spruce trees spread their branches above her. Even their needles were black, some hard like rocks, others...
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Siri Pettersen made her sensational debut in 2013 with the Norwegian publication of Odin's Child, the first book in The Raven Rings trilogy, which has earned numerous awards and nomiations at home and abroad. Siri has a background as a designer and comics createor. Her roots are in Finnsnes and Trondheim, but she now lives in Oslo, where you're likely to find her in a coffee shop. According to fellow writers, her superpower is "mega-motivation"--the ability to inspire other creative souls.