The Hundred: Fall of the Wents
Jennifer Prescott
Language: English
Pages: 512
ISBN: 1492842222
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Millions of years in the Earth’s future, humans have long vanished from the planet. Evolution has produced a host of wondrous and intelligent beings: shape-shifting Fantastic Grouts with globes of light atop their skulls; creatures descended from flowers; and massive swarms of bees that can bore perfect holes through metal or bone. But some seek a way to bring the humans back into the world—a world filled with creatures like twelve-year-old Tully, a young, amphibious Eft who imagines humans as nothing more than old bones and fairy stories. When his beloved guardian is stolen by a menacing black shadow, Tully must embark on a journey to a cruel, northern land to save her and his entire species. In an adventure that blends time travel, magic, and science, Tully learns whom he can trust, and who will betray him—for the price of reawakening the Hundred.
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day, Wretched One,” said one of the Shrikes. “You will live to see the mysteries of the broken rock! You will see the masters in their true form.” “I’m hungry,” said another of the Shrikes, and they all laughed with the awful haw haw haw sound that reverberated up the cliff and assailed Tully’s ears. He wished he could not hear them now and he compulsively closed his hand over the metal sphere that lay against his chest. If he could hear them so well over the water, then they could hear him
loneliness and exult with joy. He shut his eyes and hung grimly on to the rock while the singing washed all around him. A terrible rending and groaning noise rumbled up from beneath the sweet tones of the Wents. The rock that he clung to trembled and swayed. This could be the end. The rocky ledge would tumble under the force of the singing and he, and the ledge, would be no more. The Wents had been able to stop wars, move trees, and open the very earth with the power of their song. He decided to
there, he would still be lonely, and something would be wrong in the world. The Wents had been taken, and he could not sit by and let that happen. He remembered again with a little shock that their absence would, in fact, mean the very end of the Trilings. Trilings needed the Wents, or they would eventually vanish from the Earth. It would mean the end of Ells and Efts. It would mean that there would be no more creatures like Tully at all. “Why three?” Tully had once asked Hindrance and the
“True,” said Pomplemys. “You are a thinker, eh? A reader of books!” Aarvord spoke, though only Tully could sense the emotion in his voice. “Perhaps I could fix the clasp,” said the Grout. “I have tools.” “Ah yes!” said Pomplemys, delighted. “You must try! But first, shall we send the Ell in, just for an experiment?” Before they could even protest, he had risen and grasped the jar containing Deressema, who flailed about inside as if to find a last-minute escape. Pomplemys unscrewed the lid and
as he turned and banked into the wind. They were sailing high above the waters, and had cleared the far edge of the river. His laugh, for the first time, had a pleasing enough ring to it. Fangor supposed that this was the very best moment of the Shrike’s meager life, and he was proud that he, Fangor, had been the genesis of it. A burst of sound exploded in the air about them and Fangor could again smell the stink of whatever weapons the enemy Shrikes were using. Hatch could only go as far as the