By Paul Stewart, Chris Riddell
Unique e-book: 2004 in nice Britian via Doubleday
THE ROOK TRILOGY, e-book III
Fleeing from the ruins of latest Undertown, Rook Barkwater and his colleagues—the librarian knights, Felix Lodd and his banderbear friends—must lead the escaping inhabitants to a brand new lifestyles within the loose Glades. yet perils aplenty are forward for the crowd—not to say a few goblins with plans in their personal. this is often the dramatic and fascinating end to the Rook Barkwater trilogy that takes the reader on a exciting trip around the Edgeworld.
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The gabtroll stated, her tongue slurping noisily over her eyeballs as she ladled out the beverages. ‘To your excellent health and wellbeing! ’ she introduced. ‘And welcome! Welcome, all and sundry. ’ In all the things of the throbbing city, as used to be taking place in the course of the unfastened Glades, from the southern meadow-lands to the northern fringes, from the jap woodtroll villages to the western seashores of the nice Lake, the beginners have been being greeted and feted like long-lost buddies and kin. ‘Toasted pine-nuts,’ cried a mobgnome from a kiosk with regards to the waterside as she spooned the salted cuisine into barkpaper cones. ‘Candied woodsaps, jellied dellberries…’ ‘Tilder sausages and black bread,’ shouted a slaughterer within sight. ‘As a lot as you could devour. ’ because the sunlight sank and the moon rose, the streets grew fuller and fuller. teams of colourfully dressed cloddertrogs streamed in from the cliffside caves within the south-east to greet their ragged, weary compatriots newly arrived from the over-crowded, rundown boom-docks of outdated Undertown, and it wasn't lengthy ahead of they have been all carousing noisily, under the influence of alcohol on conventional tripweed beer. Columns of woodtrolls and slaughterers trooped northwards jointly to New Undertown to affix within the festivities, joined on their manner through gaggles of gyle goblins, sweeping in from the east. and so they all got here jointly, outdated Undertowners, New Undertowners, grinning and bowing, slapping each other at the backs and shaking every one other's palms. They talked they usually sang and so they shared what they'd, from stories in their pasts to plates of tilder sausages. And the cry went up in each nook of town, one thousand occasions or extra. ‘Welcome to the loose Glades! Welcome, certainly! ’ Down on a small wood jetty jutting into North Lake, flat-head goblins have been sitting on the subject of each other, idly flicking bits of gravel into the water and gazing the ripples unfold and interlock. ‘I by no means idea i would ever see you back, Gorl,’ acknowledged one, her eyes filling up with tears. ‘Nor I you, Reda,’ got here the answer, as he squeezed her hand tightly. ‘When they took you away …’ she sobbed. ‘When they chained you up and marched you off to the Sanctaphrax woodland, there has been not anything left for me in previous Undertown. So I got here right here and made a brand new lifestyles for myself. yet I by no means forgot you. I always…’ ‘I understand,’ acknowledged Gorl, ‘but that used to be outdated Undertown. it is all long ago. the key is that we are jointly back. ’ He regarded around. a long way to his left, the Ironwood Glade stood out opposed to the starry sky. in the back of, the glow of the lighting, the smells of the food and drinks, the sounds of track and dancing and laughter endured, all reminding him of the place they now have been. He smiled and pulled her shut. ‘And we are Freegladers, now. ’ Reda remained nonetheless, smiling to herself as she felt his powerful palms wrapping themselves round her. again on the Lufwood Tower, a small procession used to be making its means during the cheering crowds to the foot of the grand sweeping staircase that led as much as the first-floor platform, which was once bedecked with garlands of plants and wooded area culmination.
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