What Came from the Stars

What Came from the Stars

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by Gary D. Schmidt

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The Valorim are about to fall to a dark lord when they send a necklace containing their planet across the cosmos, hurtling past a trillion stars . . . all the way into the lunchbox of Tommy Pepper, sixth grader, of Plymouth, Mass.
   Mourning his late mother, Tommy doesn't notice much about the chain he found, but soon he is drawing the twin suns


The Valorim are about to fall to a dark lord when they send a necklace containing their planet across the cosmos, hurtling past a trillion stars . . . all the way into the lunchbox of Tommy Pepper, sixth grader, of Plymouth, Mass.
   Mourning his late mother, Tommy doesn't notice much about the chain he found, but soon he is drawing the twin suns and humming the music of a hanorah. As Tommy absorbs the art and language of the Valorim, their enemies target him. When a creature begins ransacking Plymouth in search of the chain, Tommy learns he must protect his family from villains far worse than he's ever imagined.

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Publishers Weekly
In his new novel, Schmidt (Okay for Now) shifts from historical fiction into out-and-out fantasy. Sixth-grader Tommy Pepper lives in Plymouth, Mass., where his mother’s recent death has shell-shocked his small family. Meanwhile, in a far-off galaxy, an epic battle between good and evil has reached its apex. To save the most important aspect of his culture, Young Waeglim forges the “last of the Art of the Valorim” into a chain and hurls it into space, where it streaks past comets and stars before landing in Tommy’s lunchbox. He puts it around his neck, and special powers ensue. Tommy’s chapters are vintage Schmidt, with improbably named characters, authentic (and funny) classroom dynamics, and his familiar stylistic tics of referring to characters by both first and last names and frequently repeating key phrases. The alternate story is written in a heroic but dense prose style that verges on parody (“And on the eighth day, between the rising of Hnaef and the rising of Hengest, the Lord Mondus forged an arm ring from the orluo of Yolim and Taeglim...”). The strands come together in a rousing battle scene, but it may take a determined reader to get to it. Ages 10–14. (Sept.)
From the Publisher

“Schmidt brings high heroic fantasy and contemporary realism together in this novel.”—Horn Book, starred review

“Spielberg, get ready for this boldly imagined outer-space offering.”—Kirkus

“Schmidt, already a best-seller and award winner, should pick up even more fans with this crowd-pleasing fantasy.”—Booklist

“Wonderfully strange. . . . This inventive and memorable story for readers ages 10-15 manages to mingle the quotidian and the movingly supernatural. It's funny, too.”—The Wall Street Journal

"The balance of emotions is flawless."—Bulletin

VOYA - Beth E. Andersen
Twelve-year-old Tommy Pepper is having a rough year. He endures not only nasty bullying by Cheryl Lumpkin, but threats from Cheryl's politically powerful, realtor mother who wants the Pepper's ramshackle Plymouth, MA, oceanfront home demolished to make way for an exclusive development. He is traumatized by his belief that his beloved mother's death on an icy road months earlier was his fault. At the same time, on a far-off planet, the peaceful Valorim are being annihilated by Lord Mondus and the O'Mondim. In the face of a fierce battle, Young Waeglim is determined to save his people and their precious Art of Valorim, a magical chain of power. He hurls it through the cosmos and it lands in Tommy Pepper's Ace Robotroid Adventure lunchbox. Tommy slips the chain around his neck and absorbs the language, knowledge, and courage of the Valorim. Soon, Tommy is matching wits on two increasingly dangerous fronts—an infiltrator from the Lord Mondus camp is hired as a teacher at Tommy's school, and the residents of Plymouth are under attack as well. Award-winning author Schmidt (Newbery, National Book Award finalist, and Printz Honor) is a wondrous writer. He beautifully blends ferocious battle scenes on a far-off planet with the tender struggles of Tommy's grief, familial devotion, and suffering from bullying, even as his emerging confidence and courage draw him into the Valorim/O'Mondim fray. Add in perfectly placed moments of sweet humor to relieve the tension, and Schmidt delivers a wonderful story that will have more than one reader going back to the beginning to pick up clues missed in the first go-round. A glossary of his Schmidt's inventive Valorim language is a plus. Reviewer: Beth E. Andersen
Children's Literature - Barbara Troisi
Two destination maps of Weoruld Ethelim and Plymouth, MA, precede the first and second chapters, setting the stage for this parallel adventure that travels across the cosmos. A young Valorim named Waeglim knew full well that their civilization was on the verge of crumbling to the feuds and treachery of O'Mondim. He attempts to preserve all the goodness of the distant planet world, fire-forging all the Arts into a beautifully crafted green and silver chain and hurling it through space, crossing several galaxies into the land of the single sun. It lands inside 12-year-old Tommy Pepper's new birthday lunch pail in Plymouth, Massachusetts. Instantly Tommy's life is transformed with alien influences without him consciously knowing it until he pops it around his neck and there is warmth on his chest. Readers will immediately embrace the lad who readily overcomes tough issues in his young life and then confronts this new status like a pro. One begins to perceive signs of the connections as the two worlds converge in this teen fiction title. The two writing styles reflect the contrast between lands—italicized poetic and formal in one chapter, then switching in the next chapter to the everyday talk and humor of sixth graders. The narratives and language gradually transcend into one another and readers will need to utilize new jargon in the list of weird and strange words listed in the back of the book. (Readers might want to read new words before embarking on this distinctive science fiction title.) Enemies from both universes target Tommy in alternating scenes, and each one is developed with vivid characterizations and enhanced by creative plots and subplots. This title is highly recommended for middle-graders and fun for reading aloud. The presentation is unique and packed with bravery, loyalty, friendship, mystery and adventure. Reviewer: Barbara Troisi
Kirkus Reviews
On a distant planet, the besieged Valorim send a necklace containing their planet to Earth in a last-ditch effort to save their civilization. Tommy Pepper, a sixth-grader living in Plymouth, Mass., finds the necklace, wears it and is gradually changed by it. He doesn't acquire the otherworldly powers of a Superman, as the story's premise might suggest, but he does begin to utter unusual words and imagine a strange world with two suns. He begins to remember his recently deceased mother in fond detail that eases his loss. His uncanny drawings and paintings actually have movement and new kinetic powers help him silence bully Cheryl Lynn Lumpkin on the school bus. He even creates a living creature out of sand, reminiscent of the Golem of Jewish lore or David Almond's Clay (2006). Meanwhile, there's a behind-the-scenes intergalactic battle going on for the necklace, which fans of the movie Men in Black may find pleasantly familiar. Italicized scenes from the planet of the Valorim alternate with Tommy's narrative in Plymouth, though readers will be challenged by Schmidt's obvious delight in creating an Anglo-Saxon planet, which has a corresponding Old English vocabulary requiring a seven-page glossary. Spielberg, get ready for this boldly imagined outer-space offering. (Science fiction. 10-14)
School Library Journal
Gr 6–8—There's a pretty good story at the center of this novel. Twelve-year-old Tommy Pepper, his little sister, and their father are struggling through the grief of his mother's sudden death. Tommy and his mother parted on bad terms that terrible day, and he feels that her anger precipitated her car accident on an icy road. Patty has not spoken since. The family is also resisting the attempts of an unscrupulous developer to oust them from their beloved house in Plymouth, Massachusetts, so she can build waterfront condominiums. That's plenty of fodder for an absorbing plot. But Schmidt has wrapped Tommy's story inside an unsuccessful sci-fi fantasy. On a distant planet, evil, duplicitous beings have nearly conquered the good guys. In desperation, one of the heroic types makes a Chain out of the Art of his civilization and launches it into space, and it falls into Tommy's lunch box. All well and good, except that readers have no idea what the planet looks like or what normal life consists of there. The language in this part of the book is ponderous; for example, "Not a one of the Valorim did not weep for what would be lost together." Readers need to plow through pages of impenetrable prose before they meet Tommy. And every time they get swept into his story, it's brought to a halt. Schmidt is an accomplished, talented author who excels at creating characters dealing with tricky moral dilemmas. He has taken a risk in attempting to write in a new genre, but it's a risk that did not pan out this time.—Miriam Lang Budin, Chappaqua Library, NY

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The Last Days of the Valorim

So the Valorim came to know that their last days were upon them. The Reced was doomed, and the Ethelim they had loved well and guarded long would fall under the sharp trunco of the faceless O’Mondim and the traitors who led them. The Valorim looked down from the high walls of the Reced and knew they would find no mercy in the dark fury of the O’Mondim massed below—none for all they had loved.
   Not a one of the Valorim did not weep for what would be lost forever.
   Not a one of the Ethelim did not fear what would come.
   But the Valorim would not yield, though day after day they watched the O’Mondim flash the gray metal of their trunco, though day after day they heard the O’Mondim pound at the barricaded gates of the Reced. But a First Sunrise finally came when the hearts of the Valorim began to beat with the rhythm of the battering rams, and by Second Sunrise, the gates could hold no more. The Valorim abandoned the Outer Court and fled into the Great Hall of the Reced, where the hanoraho had once sounded for the victories of the Valorim, and where there was none now left to play them. They barred the doors, and in the Great Hall, the sons of Brythelaf stayed with orluo drawn and held before them.
   The Valorim fell back into the inner courts, and then upward into the Council Room of the Ethelim, which held the Twelve Seats of the Reced. There did the ten daughters of Hild stand, while the last Elders of the Valorim were brought into the Tower, and the stout doors of the Tower closed and barricaded behind them—though none believed those doors would hold the tide of the faceless O’Mondim.
   And truly, when the O’Mondim found the Great Hall closed, their fury was renewed, and the last Elders heard the battering of the iron rams at the doors of the Great Hall, and the terrible groaning of the O’Mondim.
   Then spoke Ecthael, who had warned to no avail of the treachery of the Lord Mondus and the stirrings of the O’Mondim.
   "Now are the days of rancor ended. Now is the time of feuding over. Only these few remain of the Faithful Valorim, and when we have passed, who will stand by the Ethelim then? Who will guard the Twelve Seats? First Sunrise saw the blood of the O’Mondim spilled over the Reced steps, but Second Sunset will see our own. The Song is over. The Silence begins."
   Then spoke Brythelaf. He spoke words of anger. "Ever have you warned of the Silence," he said. "Ever have you spoken of unending woe." He faced the other Valorim. "I say this: It may be that our time is over. Perhaps the Silence that we beat back with the strength of our hearts at Brogum Sorg Cynna— there were gumena weardas!—perhaps that Silence may overwhelm us and the Ethelim we guard. It may be. But if it is to be, then let us take all our song, our story, our beloit, gliteloit, all we have made from our hearts, all we have brought against the Silence, and let us forge it together and send it out from us, so that the Art of the Valorim might still be heard and seen and known even when the Valorim are no longer. Then shall the Silence be defeated."
   A great cheer rose from the Valorim in the Tower, and from the ten daughters of Hild in the Council Room of the Ethelim, and from the sons of Brythelaf in the Great Hall, and the sound of it chilled the hearts of the O’Mondim, so that for a moment their long arms weakened, and the rams battering at the doors of the Great Hall faltered. But for a moment only—and then, terrible was the strength of the O’Mondim.
   So the Forge was heated again, as it had been long ago, heated in the uppermost of the Tower chambers, and one by one the Valorim Elders gave the songs of their hearts, and Young Waeglim shaped a Chain, green and silver, each link a piece of their Art, each link a piece of the Heart of the Valorim.
   His striking hammer sounded even as the doors of the Great Hall were broken and the O’Mondim leaped through. Fierce were the sons of Brythelaf waiting for them there, and fierce their vengeance upon the O’Mondim. But the O’Mondim were more than could be counted.
   Young Waeglim’s hammer sounded even as the O’Mondim beat past the inner courts and upward into the Council Room of the Ethelim and beyond the Twelve Seats, where the ten daughters of Hild cleaved many before they too fell and the O’Mondim moved upward again.
   Young Waeglim’s hammer sounded even as the Tower door was breached, and the Valorim Elders, unto Ecthael, gave themselves now from chamber to chamber, from staircase to staircase, so that Young Waeglim’s hammer might not be stilled. But the Valorim were hewn down one by one, and the faceless O’Mondim came to the uppermost of the Tower chambers, where the last two of the Valorim held. There the O’Mondim battered and smashed against that door until the framing splintered.
   Then it was Brythelaf who stood in the doorway against the great and terrible host of the O’Mondim, his orlu before him. And it was Young Waeglim who stayed at the Forge, heating the last of the Art of the Valorim into the Chain. Grievous was the battle at the doorway, and grievous the wounds of the noble Brythelaf. But he would not yield, and he would not yield, not until Young Waeglim plucked the Chain of the Valorim Art from the fire of the Forge and carried it to the window of the Tower of the Reced. There he cupped the heated Chain to his chest, and when the Art of the Valorim beat with the song of his own heart, he held it out into the last dark light of setting Hengest, and on the breath of Young Waeglim’s own Song and Thought, the Chain lifted away from him, higher, then higher, until it was so high that Young Waeglim could see its bright shining no more, and the Art of the Valorim flew from him and was gone.
   Then did Brythelaf fall, and Young Waeglim did turn to meet the O’Mondim triumphant.
   But the Chain of the Valorim Art flew upward, far away from the victory of the O’Mondim, and far from their sudden despair and fierce anger at the loss of what above all things the Lord Mondus had desired to hold in his hand, and for which he had hazarded all.
   And so Second Sunset fell over the Ethelim, and their Reced, and their world.
   But the Chain left that world, and the Song and Thought of Young Waeglim and the Art within that Chain gave it power. It flew past the highest clouds, through the blue air, and into the dark of cold and black space. It flew past moons and planets, past stars whose songs the Valorim had learned and sung, beyond the constellations that wheeled over their world and whose stories the Valorim had told the Ethelim. The Chain flew past comets and nebulae, and past more stars, strange constellations, and so, finally, out of the galaxy of that world.
   And still it flew on through the cold darkness, past farther galaxies that had once shone to the Valorim like distant stars, and which the Chain tumbled by until it left those galaxies as small as single stars again. And so through cold light and colder darkness and cold light and colder darkness, the Chain sped.
   And sped.
   And sped, until listen! It came to a small wheeling galaxy, and to a single small star at the edge of that galaxy, and to a single small planet—blue like its own—that rolled around that star. The Chain streaked past its moon and shuddered into its canopy, where it fell, glittering in the light of the strange, single sun. It fell, passing through the cold mist of high white clouds, down through their shadows and into the sunlight again. It fell, cooling as it went, down toward the sea and the green land and the red brick building, until, with a final tumble, the Chain of the Valorim Art, the Chain that held their Song, the Chain that was all that was left against the Silence, struck a window ledge, dangled through, skidded across a white plastic table top, fell toward a gray plastic bench, and dropped into the Ace Robotroid Adventure lunch box of Tommy Pepper, sixth- grader, of the class of Mr. Burroughs, of William Bradford Elementary School, of Plymouth, Massachusetts.
   It took some time before Tommy noticed.

Meet the Author

Gary D. Schmidt is the bestselling author of Okay For Now, the Newbery Honor and Printz Honor book Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy, and the Newbery Honor book The Wednesday Wars. He is a professor of English at Calvin College in Grand Rapids, Michigan.

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What Came from the Stars 3.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was bored and i rememberd that i love this book what came, from the stars so i serched it up and found it! So excided! Love this book! But im giving it 4 stars because it is way to expensive! I still got hooked when i first read it. BUY THIS BOOK PLZ!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Nice book. Very detailed
MissPrint More than 1 year ago
Being a book by Gary Schmidt, this is a compelling read with an authentic protagonist and lovely writing. That said, this is not Schmidt's typical realistic fiction. With the addition of an entire alien world--including chapters about them--this book is a bit of an outlier in Schmidt's body of work. The writing is still wonderful as is the story but it might not hit the mark for readers expecting a more realistic read typical of Schmidt's other novels.
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