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By Paul Stewart, Chris Riddell

Unique ebook: 2001 in nice Britain with Doubleday

THE QUINT TRILOGY, e-book I

Quint, the son of a sky pirate captain and new apprentice to Linius Pallitax, the main excessive Academe, has been given a few hugely very important projects. simply how vital, Quint is set to determine as he and Linius's merely daughter, Maris, are plunged right into a terrifying event that takes them deep in the rock upon which Sanctaphrax is equipped.

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The dimly sparkling tunnel forward used to be empty. there has been no sight of the unusual lighting fixtures: no flickering, no flashing. And notwithstanding he strained to listen to, now not a legitimate. ‘But i used to be so sure,’ he murmured, his voice low, trembling. ‘Maris! ’ he known as. ‘MARIS! ‘ except his personal echoed cries, there has been not anything. He shook his head and complicated slowly. ‘She cannot simply have disappeared. She…’ after which he heard it: a gentle, scratching sound. yet the place was once it coming from? now not from in entrance of him, that a lot was once yes. He grew to become around, retraced his footsteps and listened closely. There it was once back. Scratching. Scraping. And, until his mind's eye was once taking part in merciless tips, a low slurping sound. His blood ran chilly. carefully, he rounded the bend and there, no longer a dozen strides sooner than him, used to be a pink mild fanning out from a low gap on the backside of the tunnel wall like a pool of blood. ‘Sky curse this position! ’ he shouted. ‘I should have walked directly prior it. ’ As his anger echoed around the tunnels, the scratches and slurps fell all at once silent and the purple gentle disappeared. wondered, Quint walked over to the low gap, crouched down and peered in. His middle pounded loudly. earlier than him lay a protracted, slender tunnel. If Maris had come this manner then he had no selection yet to proceed on his fingers and knees to discover her. yet what if she hadn't? What if it was once a seize? ‘Maris? ’ he known as out, listening nervously for a answer because the echo light away. at the start there has been not anything. Quint waited silently. nonetheless not anything. Then, simply as he was once approximately to proceed his seek in different places, an analogous scratching, slurping sounds resumed from the a ways finish of the winding, tube-like tunnel. ‘Maris? ’ Quint referred to as back. This time a susceptible, tremulous voice replied him. ‘Qui … i … int,’ it faltered. ‘Help … m … mffllmfff. ’ Quint's belly sank as her cries have been without notice stifled. yet she was once nonetheless alive. That was once the key. She was once nonetheless alive! He felt for the hooked pikestaff. ‘I'm coming, Maris,’ he muttered grimly. middle hammering in his chest, Quint dropped to his knees and crawled into the tunnel. because the gap during the rock grew narrower, the partitions squeezed in at his aspects and compelled his shoulders down. The tough rock underneath him frayed the knees of his trousers and grazed the hands of his fingers. ‘Can't be a ways now,’ he muttered to himself encouragingly. His physique shook, his face glistened with chilly sweat. All around him, the rock was once edged with the intense pink gentle which used to be back streaming down the tunnel from someplace up forward. The scratching was once intermittent now, and masses much less insistent, however the hideous slurping was once low and normal. ‘Oh, Maris,’ Quint acknowledged. ‘Be courageous. i am coming as quickly as i will be able to. ’ He craned his neck to work out forward. And there it was once – a brilliant circle of sunshine in entrance of him. the tip of the tunnel. ‘Nearly there,’ Quint murmured. As he drove himself on these previous couple of strides, head down and tooth clenched, the standard of the air replaced. It grew to become cooler, damper, and his ears picked up the empty, echoing resonance of an outstanding corridor.

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