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Dark is Rising (Dark is Rising Sequence)

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ISBN13: 9780689710872
ISBN10: 0689710879
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It was then, without warning, that the fear came.

The first wave caught him as he was crossing the room his bed. It halted him stock-still in the middle of the room, the howl of the wind outside filling his ears. The snow lashed against the window. Will was suddenly deadly cold, yet tingling all over. He was so frightened that he could not move a finger. In a flash of memory he saw again the lowering sky over the spinney, dark with rooks, the big black birds wheeling and circling overhead. Then that was gone, and he saw only the tramp's terrified face and heard his scream as he ran. For a moment, then, there was only a dreadful darkness in his mind, a sense of looking into a great black pit. Then the high howl of the wind died, and he was released.

He stood shaking, looking wildly round the room. Nothing was wrong. Everything was just as usual. The trouble, he told himself, came from thinking. It would be all right if only he could stop thinking and go to sleep. He pulled off his dressing gown, climbed into bed, and lay there looking up at the skylight in the slanting roof. It was covered grey with snow.

He switched off the small bedside lamp, and the night swallowed the room. There was no hint of light even when his eyes had grown accustomed to the dark. Time to sleep. Go on, go to sleep. But although he turned on his side, pulled the blankets up to his chin, and lay there relaxed, contemplating the cheerful fact that it would be his birthday when he woke up, nothing happened. It was no good. Something was wrong.

Will tossed uneasily. He had never known a feeling like this before. It was growing worse every minute. As if some huge weight were pushing at his mind, threatening, trying to take him over, turn him into something he didn't want to be. That's it, he thought: make me into someone else. But that's stupid. Who'd want to? And make me into what? Something creaked outside the half-open door, and he jumped. Then it creaked again, and he knew what it was: a certain floorboard that often talked to itself at night, with a sound so familiar that usually he never noticed it at all. In spite of himself, he still lay listening. A different kind of creak came from further away, in the other attic, and he twitched again, jerking so that the blanket rubbed against his chin. You're just jumpy, he said to himself; you're remembering this afternoon, but really there isn't much to remember. He tried to think of the tramp as someone unremarkable, just an ordinary man with a dirty overcoat and worn-out boots; but instead all he could see once more was the vicious diving of the rooks. "The Walker is abroad...." Another strange crackling noise came, this time above his head in the ceiling, and the wind whined suddenly loud, and Will sat bolt upright in bed and reached in panic for the lamp.

The room was at once a cosy cave of yellow light, and he lay back in shame, feeling stupid. Frightened of the dark, he thought: how awful. Just like a baby. Stephen would never have been frightened of the dark, up here. Look, there's the bookcase and the table, the two chairs and the window seat; look, there are the six little square-riggers of the mobile hanging from the ceiling, and their shadows sailing over there on the wall. Everything's ordinary. Go to sleep.

He switched off the light again, and instantly everything was even worse than before. The fear jumped at him for the third time like a great animal that had been waiting to spring. Will lay terrified, shaking, feeling himself shake, and yet unable to move. He felt he must be going mad. Outside, the wind moaned, paused, rose into a sudden howl, and there was a noise, a muffled scraping thump, against the skylight in the ceiling of his room. And then in a dreadful furious moment, horror seized him like a nightmare made real; there came a wrenching crash, with the howling of the wind suddenly much louder and closer, and a great blast of cold; and the Feeling came hurtling against him with such force of dread that it flung him cowering away.

Will shrieked. He only knew it afterwards; he was far too deep in fear to hear the sound of his own voice. For an appalling pitch-black moment he lay scarcely conscious, lost somewhere out of the world, out in black space. And then there were quick footsteps up the stairs outside his door, and a voice calling in concern, and blessed light warming the room and bringing him back into life again.

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Okay, so yes, this is technically a kids' book, but so is Harry Potter. This book was awesome. Suspense, intrigue, humor, it had it all. I highly recommend it.
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I loved these books as a young reader, enjoying all the time spent in a world where children were empowered, magic was afoot, and horses were the primary mode of transportation. They blended well with the Chronicles of Narnia, the Mists of Avalon, and The Tolkein novels.
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Product Details

ISBN:
9780689710872
Author:
Cober, Alan
Publisher:
Simon Pulse
Author:
Cober, Alan
Location:
New York :
Subject:
Action & Adventure
Subject:
Science Fiction, Fantasy, & Magic
Subject:
Children's 9-12 - Fiction - Fantasy
Subject:
Fantastic fiction
Subject:
People & Places - Europe
Subject:
England
Subject:
Good and evil
Subject:
Fantasy
Subject:
England Fiction.
Subject:
Action & Adventure - General
Copyright:
Edition Description:
B101
Series:
Dark is Rising Sequence (Paperback)
Series Volume:
046
Publication Date:
November 1986
Binding:
Paperback
Grade Level:
Children/juvenile
Language:
English
Illustrations:
Yes
Pages:
232
Dimensions:
7 x 4.2 x .7 in 4.375 oz
Age Level:
9-14

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Product details 232 pages Simon Pulse - English 9780689710872 Reviews:
"Synopsis" by , On his birthday Will Stanton finds himself endowed with strange powers, released from the hold of ordinary times and entrusted with a quest to unite the six Signs of Light so he can stem the rising power of the Dark. Newbery Honor book; ALA Notable Children's Book; Carnegie Medal Honor Book; Kate Greenaway Medal Honor Book; Boston Globe/Horn Book Award.
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