Predator's Gold (Mortal Engines Series #2)

Predator's Gold (Mortal Engines Series #2)

by Philip Reeve

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Predator's Gold (Mortal Engines Series #2) by Philip Reeve


Philip Reeve's epic city-eat-city adventure series continues with Mortal Engines Book 2: Predator's Gold, now with spectacular new cover art.

With the great Traction City of London completely destroyed, Tom Natsworthy and Hester Shaw travel across the world, trading with other airships and adventuring on the exciting and exotic routes of the Bird Roads. When their little scrapyard aircraft is pursued by rocket-firing gunships, the ice city of Anchorage offers them sanctuary. But as Tom and Hester soon discover, it is no safe refuge. Devastated by plague in recent years and haunted by ghosts and madness, Anchorage is headed for the Dead Continent of North America. It's a perilous course, one that will take them directly into a firestorm of danger and conflict.

Read the books before the Mortal Engines film hits theaters in December 2018!

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781338201130
Publisher: Scholastic, Inc.
Publication date: 05/30/2017
Series: Mortal Engines Series , #2
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 47,607
Product dimensions: 5.25(w) x 8.00(h) x (d)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author


Philip Reeve is the bestselling author of the Mortal Engines quartet, which is now a major motion picture, and the award-winning Fever Crumb series. His other books include the highly acclaimed Here Lies Arthur and No Such Thing As Dragons. He lives in England with his wife and son. Visit him online at philip-reeve.com.

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Predator's Gold


By Philip Reeve Eos Copyright © 2006 Philip Reeve
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-06-072196-1


Chapter One Frozen North

Freya awoke early and lay for a while in the dark, feeling her city shiver and sway beneath her as its powerful engines sent it skimming across the ice. Sleepily, she waited for her servants to come and help her out of bed. It took her a few moments to remember that they were all dead.

She threw off the covers, lit the argon lamps, and waded through dusty mounds of cast-off clothes to her bathroom. For several weeks now she had been working up the courage to have a shower, but once again this morning the complicated controls in the shower stall defeated her: She couldn't make the water come hot. In the end she just filled the handbasin as usual and splashed her face and neck. There was a sliver of soap left, and she rubbed some into her hair and plunged her head under the water. Her bath-servants would have used shampoo, lotions, salves, conditioners, all sorts of pleasant-smelling balms; but they were all dead, and the rack upon rack of bottles in the walk-in bathroom cabinet intimidated Freya. Faced with so much choice, she chose to use nothing.

At least she had worked out how to dress herself. She picked one of her crumpled gowns from the floor, laid it on the bed, and burrowed into it from the bottom, struggling about inside until she got her arms and head out through the right holes. The long, fur-trimmed waistcoat that went over the gown was much easier to put on, but she had a lot of trouble with the buttons. Her handmaidens had always done up her buttons very quickly and easily, talking and laughing about the day ahead and never, ever getting a button through the wrong hole; but they were all dead.

Freya cursed and tugged and fumbled for fifteen minutes, then studied the results in her cobwebby mirror. Not bad, she thought, all things considered. Perhaps some jewelry would make it look better. But when she went to her jewelry room, she found most of the good pieces gone. Things were always vanishing these days. Freya could not imagine where they went to. Anyway, she didn't really need a tiara on her sticky, soap-washed hair, or a necklet of amber and gold around her grubby throat. Mama would not approve of her being seen without jewelry, of course, but Mama was dead too.

In the empty, silent corridors of her palace, the dust lay thick as powder snow. She rang for a footman and stood staring out of a window while she waited for him to arrive. Outside, dim Arctic twilight shone gray on the frosted rooftops of her city. The floor trembled to the beat of cogs and pistons down in the engine district, but there was very little sense of movement, for this was the High Ice, north of north, and there were no passing landmarks, only a white plain, shining slightly with the reflection of the sky.

Her footman arrived, patting his powdered wig straight.

"Good morning, Smew," she said.

"Good morning, Your Radiance."

For a moment she was seized by an urge to ask Smew into her quarters and tell him to do something about all the dust, the fallen clothes, the lost jewelry; to make him show her how the shower worked. But he was a man, and it would be an unthinkable break with tradition for a man to enter the margravine"s private quarters. Instead she said what she said every morning: "You may escort me to the breakfast room, Smew."

Riding with him in the elevator to the lower floor, she imagined her city scuttling across the ice cap like a tiny black beetle creeping over a huge white plate. The question was, Where was it going? That was what Smew wanted to know; you could see it in his face, in the way his gaze kept flicking inquisitively at her. The Steering Committee would want to know too. Running this way and that from hungry predators was one thing, but the time had come for Freya to decide what her city's future was to be. For thousands of years the people of Anchorage had looked to the House of Rasmussen to make such decisions. The Rasmussen women were special, after all. Had they not ruled Anchorage ever since the Sixty Minute War? Did not the Ice Gods speak to them in their dreams, telling them where the city should go if it was to find good trading partners and avoid trap-ice and predators?

But Freya was the last of her line, and the Ice Gods did not speak to her. Hardly anybody spoke to her now, and when they did, it was only to inquire, in the politest possible way, when she would decide upon a course. Why ask me? she wanted to shout at them. I'm just a girl! I didn't want to be margravine! But there was no one else left for them to ask.

At least this morning Freya would have an answer for them. She just wasn't sure that they would like it.

She ate breakfast alone, in a high-backed black chair at a long black table. The clatter of her knife against her plate, her spoon in her teacup, seemed unbearably loud in the silence. From the shadowy walls, portraits of her divine ancestors gazed down at her, looking slightly impatient, as though they too were waiting for her to decide upon a destination.

"Don't worry," she told them. "I've made my mind up."

When breakfast was finished, her chamberlain came in.

"Good morning, Smew."

"Good morning, Light of the Ice Fields. The Steering Committee awaits Your Radiance's pleasure."

Freya nodded, and the chamberlain swung open the breakfast-room doors to let the committee enter. There used to be twenty-three of them; now there were only Mr. Scabious and Miss Pye ...

(Continues...)



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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
In every other book I've read, its pretty much a given that the main character/s is going to survive. Not in this series. I'm on the edge of my seat with worry, just hoping that the characters will all still be alive by the time I reach the last page. New readers beware: Phillip Reeve has no qualms about killing off the main characters.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was so perfect, it has everything I ever wanted in a book:adventure, a little romance, and fantasy. I couldn't belive how great a book I'd found, till i started reading it.Everyone should read this book. But please read the first book,Mortal Engines, or this sequel will make no sense.
slowngreen More than 1 year ago
Was a great continuation to the series. Kept a good pace all through it with excitement and twists. I stopped with this book though since the next book doesnt continue with the same characters but their child instead, kind of dissapointed me, but this one ended well enough to beable to stop.
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Dogs attacking'"!!!!!!!!!