Possession (The Runestone Saga Series #3)

Possession (The Runestone Saga Series #3)

by Chris Humphreys

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The chilling conclusion to the Runestone Saga trilogy.

Rune magic, time travel, transformation: Sky’s grandfather opened up a world of limitless possibility . . . then asked the impossible. He asked Sky to kill a man.

Sky and Kristin know they have to stop Sigurd. But how, when he can possess any person, any beast, at will? The secret of


The chilling conclusion to the Runestone Saga trilogy.

Rune magic, time travel, transformation: Sky’s grandfather opened up a world of limitless possibility . . . then asked the impossible. He asked Sky to kill a man.

Sky and Kristin know they have to stop Sigurd. But how, when he can possess any person, any beast, at will? The secret of possession lies in Meg, an accused witch, and in Matthew, the Witchfinder determined to capture her. But the price for knowing what Sigurd knows is steep—to defeat their grandfather, will they have to become exactly like him?

In this thrilling conclusion to the Runestone Saga, the final choice between everlasting life and the necessity of death will be made at one of the great turning points in history. And the outcome rests precariously on one final cast of the runes. . . .

Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Amie Rose Rotruck
Sky and Kristin's grandfather, Sigurd, possesses amazing magic. He has shared part of it with them, allowing them to work magic through runes, transform into different animals, and travel back in time. Once Sigurd asks Sky to kill, though, Sky and Kristin know their grandfather must be stopped. Sigurd seeks to bring Ragnarok, the end of the world, and only Sky and Kristin have the possibility of stopping him. To stop Sigurd, though, they must use the very magic they learned from him and risk being corrupted like him. Traveling back through time to explore their own bloodlines and gather information from both a witch and a witch-hunter, Sky and Kristin hope they can manage the magic without losing too much of themselves. This fascinating tale draws on Norse mythology and an ancient magical element not often seen in modern fantasy: runes. In addition, Humphreys creates a believable magical world, both in modern times and the past. This is a thrilling and suitable conclusion to "The Runestone Saga." Reviewer: Amie Rose Rotruck
VOYA - David Goodale
In the finale of The Runestone Saga, cousins Sky and Kristin must stop their fanatical grandfather Sigurd. Sigurd's plan involves using his cult followers as pawns in his scheme to end the world. Again the answers to foiling Sigurd lie within the family bloodlines. Sky and Kristin use the magic of the runes to travel through time and possess the bodies of their ancestors in order to develop the power to defeat their grandfather. The allure of possession is great, however, and Sky is forced to resist abusing his power. This frustrating effort emphasizes the strengths and weaknesses of the entire trilogy. Humphreys shines when writing about historical events, and these sections are undoubtedly the highlights of the book. On the negative side, Humphreys's characters leave much to be desired. Sky and Kristin seem too cavalier about the fantastic and frightening situations in which they find themselves. The secondary adult characters are nanve and indifferent beyond belief, none more so than Sky's parents. At the beginning of the novel, they find Sky in a coma after he vanished for a full year. Not long after Sky recovers, he needs to return to Norway to do more research on his ancestors, so he lies to his parents about his destination and takes off on another jaunt with Kristin, destroying the book's credibility from the outset. Only purchase if the first two books of the trilogy were popular with teen readers. Reviewer: David Goodale
School Library Journal

Gr 7 Up

What would you do if you were offered the chance to become a god? That's the question facing 16-year-old Sky March in this conclusion to the saga. It starts with an exhausted Sky, in the form of a hawk, being attacked by crows as he races to get back to his body before the doctors declare him dead. And then things really take off. He has rescued his cousin Kristin from possession by their grandfather, and now the two must figure out a way to stop evil Sigurd from changing history and taking over the world. They travel through time, in and out of the bodies of ancestors, with their final confrontation taking place during the Battle of Hastings in 1066. Sky and Kristin are well-developed characters in a tale filled with time travel, Norse gods, rune-casting, quasi-religious cults, accused witches, and berserker Vikings. The writing is fast paced, the research is solid, and the creep factor is high. Familiarity with the first two books is a plus, but not imperative. Fans will not be disappointed.-Mara Alpert, Los Angeles Public Library

Kirkus Reviews
This conclusion to the Runestone Saga forces Sky to choose between seductive power and saving the world. Sky and his cousin Kristin must perfect their Fetch powers and their attendant time-traveling magic to fight their megalomaniac grandfather, Sigurd. Sigurd has formed a personality cult and plans to tap the powers of his followers to bring about Ragnarok, the end of the world. Only by possessing the bodies of their ancestors-Roundheads, witches, Vikings and Norman invaders-can Sky and Kristin gain the strength to fight Sigurd. But possession is dangerously attractive, and Sky finds himself tempted to misuse his powers. As with its predecessor, Vendetta (2007), Sky is irritatingly perfect; Kristin is simply less smart, less gifted and more subject to temptation. Even when they are traveling beyond their control, Sky is consistently drawn into his most admirable ancestors. Nonetheless, the historical sequences add excellent flavor to this mythic adventure, with the Battle of Hastings seeming more real than modern Britain. (Fantasy. 12-14)

Product Details

Random House Children's Books
Publication date:
Runestone Saga Series, #3
Edition description:
Product dimensions:
5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range:
12 - 17 Years

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He was halfway there when the crows attacked.

“Eaaaach!” The terrible screech came out of nowhere. Shocked, he twisted toward it . . . just in time to see the razor beak snap shut and strike at his belly.

Wrong! Folding his wings, Sky snatched his stomach away, using his weight to speed his dive . . . into his second mistake. For another crow waited, its talons spread, plunging in to rip a feather from its root.

“Ahh!” he screamed in agony. In the open air, his old hawk enemies would never have caught him like this. A flip and he’d have been gone . . . or turned to kill! But he’d been distracted by his desperation, and now the black devils were straddling him, blocking any escape, their yellowed beaks wide and shrieking hatred.

He snatched a wing tip from grasping claws. But they were working as a team; avoiding one, he was driven into the other, its feet wide apart to snatch at him.

He got his own up only just in time. Claw met claw, like wrestlers joining fingers. Yet his opponent was bigger and its talons drove into flesh. Agonized, Sky tried to pull free . . . couldn’t. Locked, they fell, twirling round and round, over and down, like some crazed gyroscope. One moment Sky was on top, the city streets rushing up; the next, below—clouds above—the yellow beak opening again in a scream of triumph.

He’d seen crows do this with each other above the fields of Shropshire. A game, he’d thought, because he’d thought as a human. But now that he was a bird himself he knew it was no game. They’d been training for this.

They were going to kill him.

Down they spiraled . . . but not so fast now, his partner in the death dance slowing them, spreading its black wings against the air, holding him like one bully would hold a boy’s arms for another bully’s punch. It came, in the form of a beak’s jab; Sky-Hawk, twisting his head, just avoiding a pierced eye.

Despite the slowing, they were still falling fast enough onto one of Cambridge’s main drags. It was the morning rush hour, the street car-choked. As they spun and tumbled, Sky thought of yet another bird: chicken! This was a game of it; the one to let go first would lose . . . everything. Yet he knew the crow was not going to smash them both into a car roof. It was getting ready for something else.

So Sky had to be ready too. He may have been exhausted—after all, he’d just spent the whole night as another Fetch, the wolf. Yet he was still a raptor. His attackers may have been bigger . . . but he was nippier. And though they wanted his death, crows usually fed on the kills of others.

But he was a hawk. . . . And a hawk did its own killing!

Down, down, rushing to the car roof that seemed to rush up . . . and it came, the moment he’d waited for, the slightest loosening in his enemy’s grip. Sky darted a look at the other bird. Its talons were uncurling to receive . . .

Wait . . . , thought Sky. The grip slackened. Now!

The crow tried to release him, fling him at its partner . . . and Sky-Hawk refused to go. For it was he who shot his claws forward now, he who spread his wings to make himself lighter, so his own weight could not be used against him in the spin. It was his sharpness that sank into flesh, his assailant’s turn to cry in agony. It jerked hard away, too strong and heavy to resist. But Sky had won his moment and now let himself be flung, flipping over as he went. The second crow had dropped to seize him. Sky went high and seized him instead.

His claws found throat-feather, neck beyond, gripped, held. Wings spread, he channeled the wind, flipped again, so he was above, thrusting down toward a parked car. At ten feet, Sky loosened his hold. At five, he hurled out his legs.

The crow smashed onto the steel roof. The car’s alarm blared, matching the screech of the other crow, who dived for him again. But Sky spun away, flicking the car’s mirror, eluding the talons that reached. Leveling, he shot down the street, wing tip missing a pedestrian’s nose by a feather’s breadth.

Behind him, within the rhythmic wail of the car alarm, Sky heard a clatter and a squawk, the other crow striking something. Perhaps the body of his dead companion, splayed on the car’s roof.

He’ll probably start eating it, Sky thought, as he rose up to the roofline. Crows are like that.

The thought of food made him instantly ravenous, and he nearly turned back. He’d killed the creature, after all! But then he remembered, with the memory of a hawk, that crows were carrion eaters and lived on rotting flesh. So they tasted . . . absolutely disgusting!

As he flew higher to scan the streets and find out where he was, Sky realized something else. It wasn’t the hawk, his animal Fetch, who needed food. It was Sky himself. Sky, whose body was probably being rushed into the ER right now.

Sky paused to hover, look down. There were any number of big buildings that could have been the hospital. He didn’t know Cambridge well enough. But wherever it was, as his Fetch fought the crows, his body would undoubtedly have been convulsing, panicking the paramedics. Their training wouldn’t have prepared them for the marks that would have suddenly appeared—a shadow wound on the shoulder where the hawk had lost a feather, a mark on the sole of the foot where a talon had sunk in.

Meet the Author

Chris Humphreys had a long and successful career as an actor before turning to writing plays and then novels. He was born in Canada, grew up in Los Angeles, and currently lives in Vancouver with his wife and young son.

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