The Outlaws Scarlett and Browne
(Sprache: Englisch)
Action! Humor! Fantasy! "Kicking off a new series with a bang (several bangs, in fact), Stroud sends two young fugitives with murky pasts fleeing murderous pursuers across a fractured future Britain." Kirkus Reviews, starred
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Action! Humor! Fantasy! "Kicking off a new series with a bang (several bangs, in fact), Stroud sends two young fugitives with murky pasts fleeing murderous pursuers across a fractured future Britain." Kirkus Reviews, starred**Soon to be a motion picture starring Phoebe Dynevor of Bridgerton!**
Scarlett McCain is a shoot-first ask-questions-later kind of outlaw. She scrapes by on bank heists, her wits and never looking back.
She s on the run from her latest crime when she comes across Albert Browne. He is the sole survivor of a horrific accident, and against her better judgement, Scarlett agrees to guide him to safety.
This is a mistake. Soon there are men with dogs and guns and explosives hot on their heels. Scarlett s used to being chased by the law, but this is extreme. It was only a little bank she d robbed . . .
As they flee together across the wilds, fighting off monstrous beasts, and dodging their pursuers, Scarlett comes to realize that Albert Browne is hiding a terrible secret. And that he may be the most dangerous threat of all.
In this fast-paced, quick-witted whirlwind of a story, Jonathan Stroud introduces two unlikely allies the outlaws Scarlett and Browne who are about to become the most notorious renegades in all that s left of Britain.
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1 That morning, with the dawn hanging wet and pale over the marshes, Scarlett McCain woke up beside four dead men. Four! She hadn t realized it had been so many. No wonder she felt stiff.
She tipped her prayer mat from its tube and unrolled it on the ground. Sitting cross-legged upon it, she tried to meditate. No luck, not with four corpses staring at her and a knife wound throbbing in her arm. A girl couldn t concentrate in those conditions. What she needed was food and coffee.
She got to her feet and glared down at the nearest body. It was a portly, black-bearded Woldsman in a denim shirt and jeans. He looked old enough to be her father. Perhaps it was her father. His face, half resting on mud and stones, wore an aggrieved expression.
Yeah, we ve all got problems, Scarlett said. You try to rob me, that s what you get.
She stepped over the man and went down to the lake to inspect the animal snares. Yet again her luck was poor. The traps were broken, the noose strings bitten through. At the end of a smear of blood, a rabbit s head lay tilted in the bent, wet grass. The long rust-brown ears were cocked upward as if giving her a furry two-finger salute. It was like the mud-rats had deliberately left it that way.
Scarlett McCain swore feelingly in the direction of the forest. Then she took a penny from her pocket and transferred it to the leather cuss-box hanging at her neck. Already in the red! And she hadn t even had her breakfast.
Back at camp, she brewed coffee over the remains of the night s fire. She drank standing up, straining the dregs through her teeth and spitting the black grit into the water of the stream. It would be a clear day; cool at first, but no rain. The hilltops of the Wolds were picked out in buttery yellow, the western flanks still dark and blue. Way off, beyond the edge of the marshes, Scarlett could see the streetlights of Cheltenham showing
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behind the fortifications. As she watched, they shut off the town generator and the lights winked out. In another half hour, they d open the gates and she could go in.
She rolled up her blanket and slotted her prayer mat in its tube, then went to collect her sulfur sticks. Two had been trampled in the fight, but three were OK: the smell had kept the mud-rats off during the night. Scarlett shook her head. It was getting so you couldn t take a kip in case one of those bristly bastards slunk out of a bush and bit your nose off. The bigger rats would do that. It had happened to people she knew.
She stooped to her rucksack, unclipped the two empty bottles, and carried them to the stream. One of the men she d killed was lying half in the water, faceup, blond hair swirling with the riverweed, a white hand floating above the pebbles like a crimped and curling starfish. Scarlett went upstream of the obstruction. She didn t want to catch anything.
Her leather coat brushed against the reed stalks as she waded a few steps in and refilled the bottles. Mud and water reached halfway up her boots. She glimpsed her pale, round face hanging distorted beyond the ripples. Scarlett frowned at it, and the face frowned back at her. Its long red hair was tangled worse than the riverweed. She d have to fix that before she went into town.
She was tightening the bottle tops when she felt the skin prickle on the back of her neck. She looked behind her, suddenly alert, her senses operating at a new intensity.
The sun was rising over the Wessex Wilds; everything was lit a fiery, optimistic gold. There was almost no breeze. Out on the lake, the motionless water clung about the reed stems, as flat and blank as glass.
Scarlett stood where she was, a bottle in each hand, trying to hollow herself out so that every available sensation came flooding in. H
She rolled up her blanket and slotted her prayer mat in its tube, then went to collect her sulfur sticks. Two had been trampled in the fight, but three were OK: the smell had kept the mud-rats off during the night. Scarlett shook her head. It was getting so you couldn t take a kip in case one of those bristly bastards slunk out of a bush and bit your nose off. The bigger rats would do that. It had happened to people she knew.
She stooped to her rucksack, unclipped the two empty bottles, and carried them to the stream. One of the men she d killed was lying half in the water, faceup, blond hair swirling with the riverweed, a white hand floating above the pebbles like a crimped and curling starfish. Scarlett went upstream of the obstruction. She didn t want to catch anything.
Her leather coat brushed against the reed stalks as she waded a few steps in and refilled the bottles. Mud and water reached halfway up her boots. She glimpsed her pale, round face hanging distorted beyond the ripples. Scarlett frowned at it, and the face frowned back at her. Its long red hair was tangled worse than the riverweed. She d have to fix that before she went into town.
She was tightening the bottle tops when she felt the skin prickle on the back of her neck. She looked behind her, suddenly alert, her senses operating at a new intensity.
The sun was rising over the Wessex Wilds; everything was lit a fiery, optimistic gold. There was almost no breeze. Out on the lake, the motionless water clung about the reed stems, as flat and blank as glass.
Scarlett stood where she was, a bottle in each hand, trying to hollow herself out so that every available sensation came flooding in. H
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Autoren-Porträt von Jonathan Stroud
Jonathan Stroud is the author of the New York Times bestselling Bartimaeus trilogy, the Lockwood & Co. series, and the stand-alone titles Heroes of the Valley, The Leap, The Last Siege, and Buried Fire. He lives in England with his wife, Gina, and their three children. To learn more, visit jonathanstroud.com.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Jonathan Stroud
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 10 Jahre
- 2021, 432 Seiten, Maße: 15 x 21,7 cm, Gebunden, Englisch
- Verlag: Knopf Books for Young Readers
- ISBN-10: 0593430360
- ISBN-13: 9780593430361
- Erscheinungsdatum: 02.10.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"The vivid setting, rapid-fire dialogue, and nonstop action will propel readers through this raucous, rousing rumble. A blast for action fans, with potential for a long run." Kirkus Reviews, starred review"Just the kind of setting where adventure fantasy thrives. Add razor-sharp banter and you can lay the smart money on another Stroud winner." Bulletin, starred review
"Stroud expertly builds flawed characters, cahoots close and tender, and a fully realized setting in this rollicking series opener, employing arch phrasing, witty rapport, and quick pacing alongside the brutally rendered truths of a world intent on controlling outlaws of every type." Publishers Weekly, starred review
"Stroud s world building is exceptional, his compelling characters easy to root for. There s real suspense and surprise, along with some truly terrifying moments, though plenty of banter and scheming keeps things fun." Booklist
"Intricate worldbuilding and a compelling heroine will appeal to readers who like Rick Riordan Presents, as well as the works of Philip Pullman and Garth Nix." School Library Journal
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