Stormchaser (The Edge Chronicles Series #2) [NOOK Book]

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THE TWIG TRILOGY, Book II

Sixteen-year-old Twig is eager to begin his new life as a sky pirate on board the famous Stormchaser. The crew's quest: to collect stormphrax—the precious, magical substance formed at the heart of a storm—in order to save the floating city of Sanctaphrax. Only a sky ship as powerful as the Stormchaser, piloted by a man as fearless as Cloud Wolf, could risk entering such a storm. . . ...
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Overview

THE TWIG TRILOGY, Book II

Sixteen-year-old Twig is eager to begin his new life as a sky pirate on board the famous Stormchaser. The crew's quest: to collect stormphrax—the precious, magical substance formed at the heart of a storm—in order to save the floating city of Sanctaphrax. Only a sky ship as powerful as the Stormchaser, piloted by a man as fearless as Cloud Wolf, could risk entering such a storm. . . .

In his continuing adventures, Twig, now sixteen years old, joins the crew of his father's sky pirate ship and embarks on a dangerous mission to collect the powerful stromphrax, a substance that purifies water and also prevents the city of Sanctaphrax from floating away.

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Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature
Will young Twig and his pirate crewmates upon the sky ship Stormchaser be successful in their mission to collect the stormphrax (solid lightening)? Find out in this second book in "The Edge Chronicles" series, continuing Twig's truly thrilling adventures! The cast of characters is wonderfully amusing, frightening and disgusting all at the same time, including the creatures Hammelhorn, Banderbear, Woodtrolls, Flatheads, Nightwaifs, Caterbird, and Prowelgrins. Story-wise, it is witty and substantive enough on its own, but combined with graphic artist Chris Riddell's drawings, it will embrace the reader and keep them completely engrossed in the numerous twists and turns the plot takes. The drawings are spare, pen sketches, yet the emotive power of his pen is difficult to communicate with mere words! Luckily for readers, at least every other or every third page is adorned with one of them. The very first one, depicting "The Edge" is enough to keep the first time reader hooked until they have been introduced to each and every place name. Highly recommended. 2004, David Fickling Books, Ages 9 to 12.
—Cindy L. Carolan
School Library Journal
Gr 5-8-Twig is back in the second book (David Fickling Books, 2004) in The Edge Chronicles series by British author Paul Stewart. In the first book, Beyond the Deepwoods (David Fickling Books, 2004), Twig discovered that he was the son of the famous sky pirate, Cloud Wolf. Now Twig is onboard the Stormchaser, Cloud Wolf's renowned sky ship, and he is aiming to impress his stern father. Of course, things go terribly wrong. Twig accidentally dumps the cargo and Cloud Wolf refuses to take him on the next trip. Twig manages to stowaway only to find he has become a bargaining chip for ruthless enemies of his father. Throughout the book, Twig bungles his way into and out of trouble, meeting unusual and truly weird characters along the way. The most interesting character is the Stone Pilot, who befriends Twig and, to Twig's astonishment, turns out to be a girl. Narrator John Lee does a fine job of distinguishing each character and the story is nicely paced. The book's illustrations by Chris Riddell are brilliant and provide the humor for the story. Without them, Stormchaser is very dark indeed-complete with a masochist and a toe-stealing serial killer. Make sure the book is available to listeners. This fantasy is filled with outlandish characters and terrifying creatures, and fans of the series will be enthralled.-Tricia Melgaard, Centennial Middle School, Broken Arrow, OK Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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"Action-packed"
The Guardian

"Chris Riddell's superb illustrations are part and parcel of Paul Stewart's excellent fantasy series, The Edge Chronicles. The second, Stormchaser, is as action-packed as its predecessor"
Guardian

"For children who've read the Harry Potter books and want another world to explore.. Just fantasy and adventure, and wonderful line drawings"
Mail on Sunday

"Stewart's compulsive storytelling, perfectly complemented by Riddells' fine-lined illustrations, makes it all good stuff"
—amazon.co.uk (website Jan 2000)

"The story and the vast array of characters are captivating. .I became totally engrossed in this tale of young Twig, the quest for stormphrax, the worldscape and the landscape. The structure of the plot is as delicately poised as a sky-floating rock and the exuberant detail gives constant delight. This is more than a read; it kidnaps and transports the reader"
The School Librarian

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307522481
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 5/6/2009
  • Series: Edge Chronicles Series , #2
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 202,383
  • Age range: 9 - 12 Years
  • File size: 19 MB
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Meet the Author

Paul Stewart is the author of many books for children including The Midnight Hand and The Wakening. He lives in Brighton, England.

Chris Riddell has illustrated many books for children and has been shortlisted for the Kate Greenaway Medal and the Kurt Maschler Award. He is also the acclaimed political cartoonist for the Guardian and the Observer. He lives in Sussex, England.


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Reunion
It was midday and Undertown was bustling. Beneath the pall of filthy mist which hovered over the town, fuzzing the rooftops and dissolving the sun, its narrow streets and alleyways were alive with feverish activity.

There was ill-tempered haggling and bartering; buskers played music, barrow-boys called out unmissable bargains, beggars made their pitiful demands from dark, shadowy corners — though there were few who paused to place coins in their hats. Rushing this way and that, everyone was far too wrapped up in their own concerns to spare a thought for anyone else.

Getting from a to b as quickly as possible, being first to nail a deal, obtaining the best price while undercutting your competitors — that was what succeeding in Undertown was all about. You needed nerves of steel and eyes in the back of your head to survive; you had to learn to smile even as you were stabbing someone else in the back. It was a rough life, a tough life, a ruthless life.
It was an exhilarating life.

Twig hurried up from the boom-docks and through the market-place — not because he was in any particular hurry himelf, but because the frenzied atmosphere was contagious. Anyway, he had learned the hard way that those who don’t adjust to the breakneck pace of the place were liable to get knocked down and trampled underfoot. Along with ‘avoid all eye-contact’ and ‘do not display weakness’, ‘go with the flow’ was one of the cardinal rules of Undertown.

Twig was feeling uncomfortably hot. The sun was at its highest. Despite being obscured by the choking, foul-tasting smoke from the metal foundries, it beat down ferociously. There was no wind and, as Twig dodged his way past the shops, stands and stalls, a bewildering mix of smells assaulted his nostrils. Stale woodale, ripe cheeses, burned milk and boiling glue, roasting pinecoffee and sizzling tilder sausages . . .
The spicy aroma of the sausages took Twig back, as it always did — back to his childhood. Every Wodgiss Night, in the woodtroll village where he had been brought up, the adults would feast on the traditional tilder sausage soup. How long ago that now seemed, and how far away! Life then had been so different: self-contained, ordered, unhurried. Twig smiled to himself. He could never return to that life. Not now. Not for all the trees in the Deepwoods.

As he continued across the market-place, the mouthwatering aroma of the sausages grew fainter and was replaced with a different smell — a smell which triggered a different set of memories altogether. It was the unmistakable scent of freshly tanned leather. Twig stopped and looked round.

A tall individual with the blood-red skin and crimson hair of a slaughterer was standing by a wall. Hanging round his neck was a wooden tray overflowing with the leather talismans and amulets on thongs which he was selling — or rather trying to sell.

‘Lucky charms!’ he cried. ‘Get your lucky charms here!’

No-one was paying him any heed, and when he went to tie the charms around the necks of the passers-by each attempt was greeted with an irritated shake of the head as the goblin or troll or whatever hurried past.
Twig watched him sadly. The slaughterer — like so many of the Deepwoods folk who had listened to rumours that the streets of Undertown were paved with gold — was finding the reality quite different. With a sigh, he turned and was about to move on when, at that moment, a particularly mean-looking cloddertrog in tattered clothes and heavy boots brushed past him.

‘Lucky charm?’ the slaughterer said cheerily and stepped forwards, leather thong at the ready.

‘Keep your murderous red hands off me!’ the cloddertrog roared and shoved the outstretched arms savagely away.

The slaughterer spun round and crashed to the ground. The lucky charms went everywhere.

As the cloddertrog stomped off, cursing under his breath, Twig hurried over to the slaughterer. ‘Are you all right?’ he asked, reaching down to help him to his feet.

The slaughterer rolled over and blinked up at him. ‘Blooming rudeness,’ he complained. ‘I don’t know!’ He looked away and began gathering up the charms and returning them to the tray. ‘All I’m trying to do is scratch an honest living.’

‘It can’t be easy,’ said Twig sympathetically. ‘So far away from your Deepwoods home.’

Twig knew the slaughterers well. He had once stayed with them in their forest village, and to this day, he still wore the hammelhornskin waistcoat they had given him. The slaughterer looked up. Twig touched his forehead in greeting and reached down with his hand once again.
This time, with the last of the charms back in place, the slaughterer took a hold and pulled himself up. He touched his own forehead. ‘I am Tendon,’ he said. ‘And thank you for stopping to see whether I was all right. Most folk round here wouldn’t give you the time of day.’ He sniffed. ‘I don’t suppose . . .’ He checked himself.
‘What?’ said Twig.

The slaughterer shrugged. ‘I was just wondering whether you might care to buy one of my lucky charms.’ And Twig smiled to himself as, unbidden, the slaughterer selected one of the leather talismans and held it out. ‘How about this one? It’s extremely potent.’

Twig looked at the intricate spiral tooled into the deep-red leather. He knew that, for the slaughterers, the individual designs on the charms each had its own significance.

‘Those who wear this charm,’ the slaughterer went on as he tied the thong around Twig’s neck, ‘shall be freed from fear of the known.’
Excerpted from Stormchaser by Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell. Text and illustrations copyright © 2004 by Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell. Excerpted by permission of David Fickling Books, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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First Chapter

Reunion

It was midday and Undertown was bustling. Beneath the pall of filthy mist which hovered over the town, fuzzing the rooftops and dissolving the sun, its narrow streets and alleyways were alive with feverish activity.

There was ill-tempered haggling and bartering; buskers played music, barrow-boys called out unmissable bargains, beggars made their pitiful demands from dark, shadowy corners — though there were few who paused to place coins in their hats. Rushing this way and that, everyone was far too wrapped up in their own concerns to spare a thought for anyone else.

Getting from a to b as quickly as possible, being first to nail a deal, obtaining the best price while undercutting your competitors — that was what succeeding in Undertown was all about. You needed nerves of steel and eyes in the back of your head to survive; you had to learn to smile even as you were stabbing someone else in the back. It was a rough life, a tough life, a ruthless life.
It was an exhilarating life.

Twig hurried up from the boom-docks and through the market-place — not because he was in any particular hurry himelf, but because the frenzied atmosphere was contagious. Anyway, he had learned the hard way that those who don't adjust to the breakneck pace of the place were liable to get knocked down and trampled underfoot. Along with ‘avoid all eye-contact' and ‘do not display weakness', ‘go with the flow' was one of the cardinal rules of Undertown.

Twig was feeling uncomfortably hot. The sun was at its highest. Despite being obscured by the choking, foul-tasting smoke from the metal foundries, it beat down ferociously. Therewas no wind and, as Twig dodged his way past the shops, stands and stalls, a bewildering mix of smells assaulted his nostrils. Stale woodale, ripe cheeses, burned milk and boiling glue, roasting pinecoffee and sizzling tilder sausages . . .

The spicy aroma of the sausages took Twig back, as it always did — back to his childhood. Every Wodgiss Night, in the woodtroll village where he had been brought up, the adults would feast on the traditional tilder sausage soup. How long ago that now seemed, and how far away! Life then had been so different: self-contained, ordered, unhurried. Twig smiled to himself. He could never return to that life. Not now. Not for all the trees in the Deepwoods.

As he continued across the market-place, the mouthwatering aroma of the sausages grew fainter and was replaced with a different smell — a smell which triggered a different set of memories altogether. It was the unmistakable scent of freshly tanned leather. Twig stopped and looked round.

A tall individual with the blood-red skin and crimson hair of a slaughterer was standing by a wall. Hanging round his neck was a wooden tray overflowing with the leather talismans and amulets on thongs which he was selling — or rather trying to sell.

‘Lucky charms!' he cried. ‘Get your lucky charms here!'

No-one was paying him any heed, and when he went to tie the charms around the necks of the passers-by each attempt was greeted with an irritated shake of the head as the goblin or troll or whatever hurried past.

Twig watched him sadly. The slaughterer — like so many of the Deepwoods folk who had listened to rumours that the streets of Undertown were paved with gold — was finding the reality quite different. With a sigh, he turned and was about to move on when, at that moment, a particularly mean-looking cloddertrog in tattered clothes and heavy boots brushed past him.

‘Lucky charm?' the slaughterer said cheerily and stepped forwards, leather thong at the ready.

‘Keep your murderous red hands off me!' the cloddertrog roared and shoved the outstretched arms savagely away.

The slaughterer spun round and crashed to the ground. The lucky charms went everywhere.

As the cloddertrog stomped off, cursing under his breath, Twig hurried over to the slaughterer. ‘Are you all right?' he asked, reaching down to help him to his feet.

The slaughterer rolled over and blinked up at him. ‘Blooming rudeness,' he complained. ‘I don't know!' He looked away and began gathering up the charms and returning them to the tray. ‘All I'm trying to do is scratch an honest living.'

‘It can't be easy,' said Twig sympathetically. ‘So far away from your Deepwoods home.'

Twig knew the slaughterers well. He had once stayed with them in their forest village, and to this day, he still wore the hammelhornskin waistcoat they had given him. The slaughterer looked up. Twig touched his forehead in greeting and reached down with his hand once again.

This time, with the last of the charms back in place, the slaughterer took a hold and pulled himself up. He touched his own forehead. ‘I am Tendon,' he said. ‘And thank you for stopping to see whether I was all right. Most folk round here wouldn't give you the time of day.' He sniffed. ‘I don't suppose . . .' He checked himself.

‘What?' said Twig.

The slaughterer shrugged. ‘I was just wondering whether you might care to buy one of my lucky charms.' And Twig smiled to himself as, unbidden, the slaughterer selected one of the leather talismans and held it out. ‘How about this one? It's extremely potent.'

Twig looked at the intricate spiral tooled into the deep-red leather. He knew that, for the slaughterers, the individual designs on the charms each had its own significance.

‘Those who wear this charm,' the slaughterer went on as he tied the thong around Twig's neck, ‘shall be freed from fear of the known.'
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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2013

    Meme

    This was one of the best books of the whole series. I think anyways.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2013

    I disagree V

    This book is as great as the first and by my personal opinion, the first three are my favorite. The next books after that completely lose me, seeing as they jump back in time and in total disorder of each other. But to each his or her own. This is still a great series that the younge minds should read if they can handle all the confusion

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 19, 2012

    Awesome

    Awesome not better than first one but still better than regular books

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  • Posted January 17, 2010

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    A Tireless Adventure!

    "Stormchaser" is the second book in the Edge Chronicle series. It is even better than the first, and it is packed with suspense, action, and terror! Filled with tireless adventure, this was a great read that will surly captivate any reader.

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  • Posted December 26, 2009

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    The Stormchaser

    Twig is back and ready for more adventure then ever!! I love the illustrations and story lines of the Edge Chronicles. I like how it takes you to a world made totally different from this world. And with such you unique characters.

    This sequel starts,a few years have passed since Twig joined his father on the Stormchaser, the sky pirate ship[. His father, Cloud Wolf, is captain of the sky ship. Twig is on shore leave in Undertown when he discovers that his old friend and protector, the Caterbird, is locked up in a confining birdcage. Before Twig frees the large bird, the caterbird tells him a story about how Vilnix Pompolnius became the Most High Academe and leader of the Sanctaphrax. Over the years, Vilnix has been stealing stormphrax out of the treasury to try to make phraxdust, but has been unsuccessful. The stormphrax weights down Sanctaphrax and keeps it from rising even higher. With Vilnix stealing all of the stormphrax, Sanctaphrax is pulling at the chains that prevent it from floating away into space and some of them are breaking.

    Now CLoud Wolkf must go Storm Chasing and retrieving some more stormphrax from the eye of a Great Storm. But when the Great Storm becomes to much for the Stormchaser, Twig and the crew are forced to abandon ship leaving Cloud Wolf behind toe captain his ship. Landing in the Twilight Woods, Twig is elected as captain and must bear the heavy load of leadership and is responsible for his crew's lives.

    I will stop there with the story spoiler, but to get the ending. Please read this book, and enjoy it!! It will blow your mind. lol

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2005

    ' maybe one of the best books i'll ever read in my time.'

    I like 'the edge chronicles' it's most likely the best book i'll ever read. I like the extreme detail, and how Twig runs into enemies along the way. I actually cant even summarize without humiliating the story line itself. So I expect everyone to read this if you can spare some time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2005

    How can this book get any better

    PERFECT! loved this book. it was absolutly the greatest book i have ever read since (the series of unfortunate events)it is the most suspenceful, fantastic, most exilerating book anybody could ever read!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 5, 2005

    GooD Ok BoOk SouLD ReAd

    I think that this book was ok. Not as good as eragon but almost definetly should read to get some enjoyment.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 30, 2005

    Best one ever so far

    I have read the first four books and I clearly state that this is the best of the four. It is so dramatic and adventureous with Twig losing his dad and then becoming a captain of his own sky ship in the end. It is amazing and I have never read a book like this in the many books that I read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 30, 2004

    Excellent

    Stormchaser was excellent, much better than Beyond the Deepwoods. Addicting as Harry Potter, I swear it! Riddel's illustrations are unforgettable and a perfect counterpart to Stewart's imagery. Five stars!!!

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