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The Hexer from Salem - The Tree Demon

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98 Seiten
Englisch
Bastei Lübbeerschienen am17.10.20161. Aufl. 2016
'Quiet!' Howard put a finger to his lips and pressed himself even closer to the wall, waiting with bated breath until the voices and steps drew closer and then faded. Only then did he dare judge it safe enough to emerge from the shadows and make his way to us carefully, crouching the entire way. He squatted between Rolf and me, the halting, nervous movement revealing his exhaustion more than anything. Wiping the back of his hand across his brow, he pointed with his thumb behind him. 'I think we can risk it,' he murmured. 'It's just a few blocks and it's getting dark.'




Wolfgang Hohlbein is a phenomenon: With more than 200 books selling over 40 million copies worldwide, he is one of Germany's most prolific fantasy writers. Hohlbein is well-known for his young adult books and above all his novel series, The Hexer from Salem.mehr

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Klappentext'Quiet!' Howard put a finger to his lips and pressed himself even closer to the wall, waiting with bated breath until the voices and steps drew closer and then faded. Only then did he dare judge it safe enough to emerge from the shadows and make his way to us carefully, crouching the entire way. He squatted between Rolf and me, the halting, nervous movement revealing his exhaustion more than anything. Wiping the back of his hand across his brow, he pointed with his thumb behind him. 'I think we can risk it,' he murmured. 'It's just a few blocks and it's getting dark.'




Wolfgang Hohlbein is a phenomenon: With more than 200 books selling over 40 million copies worldwide, he is one of Germany's most prolific fantasy writers. Hohlbein is well-known for his young adult books and above all his novel series, The Hexer from Salem.
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Weitere ISBN/GTIN9783732513598
ProduktartE-Book
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FormatEPUB
Format Hinweis0 - No protection
FormatFormat mit automatischem Seitenumbruch (reflowable)
Erscheinungsjahr2016
Erscheinungsdatum17.10.2016
Auflage1. Aufl. 2016
ReiheAn Occult Fantasy Series
Reihen-Nr.7
Seiten98 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Artikel-Nr.2194715
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Genre9200

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The Tree Demon

Quiet!

Howard put a finger to his lips and pressed himself closer to the wall, waiting with bated breath until the voices and steps drew closer and then faded. Only then did he judge it safe enough to emerge from the shadows and make his way to us carefully, crouching the entire way. He squatted between Rolf and me, the halting, nervous movement revealing his exhaustion more than anything. Wiping the back of his hand across his brow, he pointed behind him with his thumb.

I think we can risk it, he murmured. It´s just a few blocks and it´s getting dark.

He was speaking even faster and more clipped than normal, and his fatigue was clearly visible even in the dimming gray light of dusk. He moved rigidly and uncertainly, as if his arms were tied to strings held by an invisible puppeteer.

Tired myself, I looked to where he was pointing. The arched entry gate seemed to me like a foreboding cave entrance. The street and houses beyond were mere flickering specters revealing the occasional, fleeting light depending on how the wind blew, ripping open the veils of rain which were ceaselessly pouring down on the town. The harbor was still burning.

Howard bent forward, steadying himself with his left hand on the edge of one of the barrels we´d taken refuge behind he reached for Rolf´s shoulder with his right. Rolf groaned. His eyelids opened wider, but the eyes behind them were cloudy, their gaze empty and dull. His face was shiny, and in the gray light the burn blisters dotting his face looked like pockmarks. His sweat smelled sour and foul.

Howard had found this abandoned courtyard six or seven hours earlier, and we´d been hiding here ever since like rats being chased by cats, hiding under refuse, shivering from cold and fear. We were being hunted more mercilessly than animals. Rolf had already lost consciousness more than once in this time. He came to every time, but the gap between him being at least partially lucid to feverish and frantic - he kicked and screamed so much we had to forcibly hold him down and silence him - was shrinking rapidly.

Seeing this stung me. I´d known this looming, brash and constantly irritated man for three months, but it was only in the last few hours that I realized how much I liked him. Meanwhile, I sat there freezing and shaking in terror, waiting until it was finally dark, watching helplessly as his condition worsened.

He needs a doctor, I said. Howard looked up briefly, silently watching me for a moment before nodding his head in a way that made it clear he both agreed and that it just wasn´t possible.

I know, he said. But he needs to hold out until we get to Bettyhill. If we´re spotted by just one person here ...

He said nothing further, nor did he have to. We weren´t hiding out like common criminals in backyards and trash heaps for fun. An icy anger was rising within me as I thought back to the events of the last few days, which now felt like years.

We were just normal visitors when we first arrived in Durness - city folk. But the locals of this northern Scottish harbor town looked down on us, smiling indulgently with the arrogance common in the Scottish people. They despised us as outsiders and perhaps found us secretly amusing as long as we spent our money in their stores and pubs. Now they were calling for our heads.

I thought back to the previous night and morning while next to me, Howard was trying to shake Rolf gently awake and help him to his feet. Again, I felt this mixture of agonizing helplessness and anger. They had hunted us like animals. The mob´s insatiable wrath became so violent they had set our boat on fire, and the harbor too, with oil, all in an effort to burn us alive.

The consequences were immediate. The burning oil spread with breathtaking speed across the harbor, consuming not only a dozen ships but the homes and storage facilities nearby. And still the fire raged, despite the combined efforts of the town to put it out. It was a wonder the fire hadn´t yet turned the whole town to ash.

Help me, Howard said softly. I jolted back from my thoughts and turned around with a sense of guilt. I put my hands under Rolf´s back. He was awake and tried to help, but his movements were erratic and without strength. As soon as he was back on his feet he nearly collapsed, which put his considerable weight on our shoulders.

The rain pelted us as we limped to the gate. Ice was also forming and I smelled snow. I thought it absurd until I realized it was nearly December and Christmas would soon be upon us. Rolf´s weight was a painful strain on me. Howard was also struggling as we stumbled into the shadow of the gate.

He carefully let go of Rolf´s arm, leaning him against the wall, and nodded his head in the direction of the street. Hold him for a second, he said. I´ll see if the street is clear.

It´s no use, I protested. We won´t make it Howard, and Rolf won´t either.

Howard said nothing. Worried, his gaze raked Rolf´s face, and I had never seen him look so despondent. Until that moment, I had been certain there was nothing this man couldn´t shake off. I was wrong.

We need help, I said when Howard made no move to answer me. A doctor. At least a wagon.

Howard still didn´t answer, but he didn´t need to. Durness considered us dead. Many believed they´d seen us burn in the harbor. Good thing they did - if they even suspected we hadn´t, the witch-hunt would begin anew. It really was a witch-hunt in the truest sense of the word, since they were certain that we, and especially I, were servants of Satan. The disaster that the Necronomicon had unleashed upon this small harbor town came back to us, and the people here reacted like people had since the dawn of time when encountering something unknown, something that made them afraid: with hatred and violence.

No ... doctor, Rolf mumbled. He´d heard me but it took awhile for him to find the strength to respond. No one must see us, lad. They can´t ... know we´re alive.

That may change quickly for you, Rolf, I replied earnestly. The next doctor may not be until Bettyhill, and that´s still thirty miles from here.

Robert´s right, Howard agreed darkly. You can´t make that.

Then leave me behind, Rolf answered. His voice trembled weakly, but I could sense how serious he was.

That´s out of the question, I retorted. I´ll find help somewhere: If not a doctor, then at least a wagon. I motioned defiantly to the street. The reflection of the massive fire down at the harbor cast a glow like fresh blood across the wet cobblestones. Someone in this damned townmust still have his wits about him.

And who would that be? Howard asked with an air of cynicism.

This time it was I who had no response. The rage with which these people chased us couldn´t be rationally explained. They were under a spell in the truest sense, and we were fighting powers that defied all logic.

My eyes came to rest on the large, black, leather-bound book held under Howard´s left arm. It looked so harmless, and ordinary. Yet it was the cause of so much death - and our precarious position.

Howard was startled by my expression. He didn´t have to say anything. The way he was gripping the book was enough. I really did consider, for a moment, using the powers of the Necronomicon to get us out of here. Of course, it wasn´t possible; the book was pure evil. Whoever became mixed up in its powers paid dearly for it - a terrible price I´d seen with my own eyes ...

Go back, I said. I´ll try to find a wagon somehow.

Howard seemed to want to protest, but just inhaled loudly and nodded reluctantly. Carrying Rolf those few steps had made it clear how helpless we were. Perhaps we could have made it out of the town, but the thirty miles to Betthyhill would be a stretch even for a healthy man. For us, and especially for Rolf, it was unthinkable. It would have been easier trying to swim back to London.

Try, he said finally. We have no other choice.

No, you do, Rolf said defiantly. You two can make it if you leave me here. I´ll find a way myself somehow.

Nonsense, Howard said. As soon as they´ve put out this fire, you´ll be swamped by people again. Robert´s right: We either make it together or not at all.

Rolf continued: But that´s ...

The only sensible thing, Howard interrupted. You think we´ll have any chance if they find you? They´d kill you and then start looking for us. No, Rolf, we have no other choice but to get out of this together. He looked at me. Go. We´ll wait here. Take care no one sees you.

I nodded, turned without another word, and ducked into the street. The crackling of flames and the murmuring of a huge crowd of people drifted up from the harbor. There were shouts, noise, and the clanging of a bell, yet the street around me was completely empty.

I walked into the town with wide strides, my head full of thoughts. My task wasn´t nearly as easy as I had tried to make Howard believe....
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