The Winter Knights (The Edge Chronicles Series #8)

The Winter Knights (The Edge Chronicles Series #8)

by Paul Stewart, Chris Riddell

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ISBN-13: 9780307495020
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 06/17/2009
Series: Edge Chronicles Series , #8
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 986,232
File size: 13 MB
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Age Range: 9 - 12 Years

About the Author

Paul Stewart is the cocreator of the bestselling Edge Chronicles series, with Chris Riddell. He is also the author of a number of previous titles for children including The Wakening.

Chris Riddell is the cocreator of the bestselling Edge Chronicles series, with Paul Stewart. He has illustrated many children's books, including the award-winning Pirate Diary. He is also the political cartoonist for the Guardian and Observer newspapers.

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The Winter Knights


By Chris Riddell

David Fickling Books

Copyright © 2007 Chris Riddell
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780375937415

•chapter one•





The School of Colour and LighT STudies







The academic, in his grubby, paint-spattered robes of faded 'viaduct' blue, turned the crank lever with his free hand. The cog wheels in the rotating tower high above him chattered and squealed like angry ratbirds, and a shaft of light cut through the dusty air. The academic levelled the brush in his other hand and tilted his head to one side, his pale yellow eyes fixed on the youth before him.

'A little more to the left now, I think, Master Quint,' he said, his voice soft but insinuating. 'So the light catches you. Just so . . .'

Quint did as he was told. The early morning light streaming in from the high tower window fell across his face, glinting on his cheekbones, the tips of his ears and nose and, with its rusting pipes and gauges, the battered armour he wore.

'Excellent, my young squire,' the academic muttered approvingly. He dipped the tip of the hammelhornhair brush into the white paint on his palette and dabbed lightly at the tiny painting on the easel before him. 'Now we must let the light work its magic,' he murmured. The dabbing continued. 'The highlights complete the picture, Master Quint. But I must insist that you hold still.'

Quint tried to maintain the pose – but it wasn't easy. The tower was small and airless, and the heady odours from thepigments, the pinewood oils and the thinning varnishes were combining to make his eyes water and his head ache. The rusty, ill-fitting armour chafed his neck, and his left leg had gone quite numb. Besides, he was dying to see the finished portrait. It was all he could do not to turn right round and inspect it for himself.

'The dawn light,' clucked the academic. 'There's nothing like it for illuminating the subject . . .' His pale yellow eyes darted back and forth over Quint's features. 'And what an illustrious subject we are, my young squire.'

He chuckled, and Quint tried not to blush.

'The protégé of none other than the Most High Academe of Sanctaphrax . . .' He turned away and began stabbing at the palette like a woodthrush after a spanglebug. 'How lucky you are, Master Quint, not to have to scrabble about with the rest of us in the minor schools, but to be given a place at the most prestigious academy of them all. I wonder . . .' The academic's voice was laden with sudden spite. 'I wonder what you actually did to deserve it?'

The academic's eyes were fixed on Quint's face once more. They were so pale that there was almost no difference between the irises and the yellowish white that surrounded them. It was a mark of his trade, Quint told himself, trying not to shudder. Just as years of working as an Undertown rope-turner resulted in spatula-shaped fingers, and just as a slaughterer tanner from the Deepwoods ended up with skin the colour of blood, so, as the years passed, the eyes of Sanctaphrax portraitists were gradually bleached by the vapours of the thinning varnishes they used – and Ferule Gleet had been a portraitist for many, many years.

'I was the Most High Academe's apprentice . . .' Quint looked down, his cheeks blazing as he remembered the monstrous gloamglozer and the night of the terrible fire.

'Keep still!' rasped Gleet, irritatedly dabbing at the portrait. 'Ah, yes,' he smiled thinly. 'There was that fire at the Palace of Shadows, wasn't there? Strange and dreadful business . . . How is the Most High Academe? Recovering well, I hope.'

The pale yellow eyes bored into Quint's once more.

'As well as can be expected,' the youth replied, but the words rang hollow in his ears as he thought of his mentor lying in the gloomy bedchamber at the School of Mist.

Linius Pallitax had suffered grievously at the hands of the terrible gloamglozer. He had almost been destroyed. Perhaps it would have been better if he had, for now he never left his bed, and his haunted eyes stared into the distance, seeing neither his faithful servant, Tweezel, nor Quint, his apprentice – nor even his own daughter, Maris, who sat beside him for so many hours, praying for him to recover.

Ferule Gleet daubed at the tiny painting in silence for a moment.

'As well as can be expected, eh?' he mused at last. 'Doesn't sound too good. You wouldn't want anything to happen to him, my fine young squire. Not in your position.'

'My position?' said Quint, trying not to move.

'You're the High Academe's protégé, aren't you? Without him, you don't expect that the Knights Academy would accept you into its hallowed halls, do you? Of course not!' Ferule shook his head. 'Sanctaphrax born and bred, that's always been the rule. The rest of us have to get by at the minor academies as best we can.'

He wiped his brush on a piece of rag, and turned the easel round.

'There,' he announced.

Quint found himself staring at the miniature painting of a young knight academic in gleaming armour, with deep indigo eyes and a smile on his face. Ferule Gleet of the School of Colour and Light Studies had done a fine job all right. Quint shivered.

'Is anything wrong?' Ferule asked.

'It's nothing,' Quint said quietly.

He had no intention of telling the pale-eyed academic about the memories the miniature painting had stirred – memories of the first time he'd had his portrait done.

How young he'd been then. Four, maybe five years old; the youngest of six brothers. His father, Wind Jackal, had commissioned the mural of the whole family for the grand hall of their palace in the Western Quays. What happy days they'd been. But they hadn't lasted, he thought bitterly. Within a year of the painting being completed, Turbot Smeal – his father's treacherous quartermaster – had torched his master's house. Quint's mother and brothers had perished in the blaze, and with them, the painting itself had been destroyed.


From the Hardcover edition.

Continues...

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Winter Knights (The Edge Chronicles Series #8) 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
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I TOTALLY LOVE IT
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read4ever More than 1 year ago
This was a good book that never let up! From the beginning to the end there was not a moments respite from the tiresome adventure facing the characters. You will be caught up in a crazy ride while reading this novel, and who can resist an offer like that? Read it!
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Guest More than 1 year ago
Interesting at some points but it kind of bores you with the academic part, which is most of the book. It could be more interesting like the other books.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have always been a fan of the edge chronicles, but had never bought one for myself. The library had books 1-7, and I had read them all. I bought this, and it was worth every cent of the ten dollars I paid. The best part about it in my mind is how well Paul Stewart made the character Vilnix Pompolunis. He wrote him out to be a character that I found not hard to hate. He is undoubtedly the best described villan in any book I have ever read. Last but not least, I reccomend this book for ages 11+ 'There are some gory parts'.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell really pulled it off with this book. It has averything from suspence and trajedy to victiories and triumphs! This book was organized very well and it said everything at the right time. At no point did I not understand what was going on in the book. It tells everything you could want to know and all the little loopholes are sinched up tight in magnificent little fantasy of a world. It is proven that when you pick up this book it will take ages to put it down. MAKE SURE YOU READ THIS BOOK!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is the best book in the Edge Chronicles yet! I enjoyed every minute of it! It was sp good! I definetly recommend it to all you Edge fans! Go Quint! XD
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A book lover, A reviewer, 01/13/2007 Customer Rating for this product is 5 out of 5 The Winter Knights This book is wonderful! Have you read Beyond the Deepwoods, Stormchaser, Midnight over Sanctaphrax, or The Curse of the Gloamglozer? If not, 'DO NOT' read this. You will not understand it! Also recommended: Beyond the Deepwoods, Stormchaser, Midnight over Sanctaphrax, or The Curse of the Gloamglozer. Anonymous, a book lover, 01/12/2007 Customer Rating for this product is 5 out of 5 The Winter Knights I have read the other Edge Chronicles books. I have loved them so I am sure that I will love this. Read it. Make sure you read the fourth book in the series first though. It has the same characters. Also recommended: Beyond the Deepwoods, Stormchaser, Midnight over Sanctaphrax, The Curse of the Gloamglozer, The Last of the Sky Pirates, Vox, Freeglader,Customer Rating for this product is 5 out of 5 The Winter Knights This book is wonderful! Have you read Beyond the Deepwoods, Stormchaser, Midnight over Sanctaphrax, or The Curse of the Gloamglozer? If not, 'DO NOT' read this. You will not understand it! Also recommended: Beyond the Deepwoods, Stormchaser, Midnight over Sanctaphrax, or The Curse of the Gloamglozer.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is wonderful! Have you read Beyond the Deepwoods, Stormchaser, Midnight over Sanctaphrax, or The Curse of the Gloamglozer? If not, 'DO NOT' read this. You will not understand it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have read the other Edge Chronicles books. I have loved them so I am sure that I will love this. Read it. Make sure you read the fourth book in the series first though. It has the same characters.