The Winter Knights (The Edge Chronicles, Book 8; The Quint Trilogy, Book 2)

By Paul Stewart, Chris Riddell

Unique booklet: 2005 in nice Britain via Doubleday

THE QUINT TRILOGY, booklet II

In the good floating urban of Sanctaphrax, blizzards howl during the streets as the Edgeworld descends into an never-ending wintry weather. Quint, the son of a sky pirate, has simply all started his education on the Knights Academy—training that includes heading out over the sting on tethers to enhance his flying abilities. but if Quint breaks the ideas and units off for Open Sky on his personal, he runs into the nice sky leviathans often called cloud-eaters and needs to use all his ability and ingenuity if disaster is to not strike the Edgeworld. . . .

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Quint shuddered and pulled desperately on the capture. It clicked open and the harness fell away, simply because the rope snapped taut. With a whinny, Tash dropped to the platform on strong legs. ‘Good lad! ’ Quint exclaimed, quick dismounting. ‘Well performed! ’ He tickled the creature via its lengthy, luxuriant mane. Tash gave an extended, growling purr and rolled its eyes with excitement. ‘Why, you’re only a gigantic, soppy domestic dog, aren’t you, boy? ’ Quint laughed, and was once approximately to guide the prowlgrin off the landing-platform whilst a excessive, metal screech from above made him search for. The Cloudslayer had flipped thoroughly over and shot up at once above the Gantry Tower. The screech was once coming from the chain which, now stretched nearly to breaking-point, was once basically simply dealing with to avoid it from disappearing into Open Sky. As Quint anxiously watched, the knight educational tumbled down from the upturned helm, the black parawings strapped to his again billowing out just like the wings of a large ratbird. along with his heavy armour accelerating the descent, it was once the entire knight may well do to curl around and brace himself prior to he crashed into the landing-platform in a flurry of snow and splintered wooden. Quint raced over to the bothered determine. He crouched down, clicked again the collar fastenings and pulled the heavy helmet from the knight’s head. a well-known face smiled up at him. ‘Raff? ’ Quint acknowledged. The younger knight sat up. ‘Quint, previous chap! ’ he exclaimed. ‘Didn’t see you there. ’ He nodded throughout on the prowlgrin. ‘Getting in slightly harness-practice, eh? solid exhibit. ’ ‘Yes, I was,’ stated Quint. ‘But … yet you, Raff. You’re in complete armour …’ Raffix grinned lop-sidedly and driven his glasses up his nostril. ‘You noticed,’ he acknowledged with amusing. ‘It’s what all of the most sensible knights academic-in-waiting are donning, I listen. ’ ‘You? A knight? ’ Quint used to be taken all of sudden. ‘That’s correct, outdated chap,’ acknowledged Raffix. ‘Well, virtually, that's …’ He struggled to his ft and brushed the snow from his armour. ‘When previous Hemphix units off, they’ve selected yours actually to take his position as a knight academic-in-waiting. ’ ‘But Raff—’ Quint all started. His buddy held up a gauntleted hand to silence him. ‘I understand, I know,’ he stated, taking a look up on the Gantry Tower, the place a bunch of corridor servants had emerged from the higher gantry and have been busy winching the upturned Cloudslayer backpedal. ‘The clients for stormchasing don’t glance too stable, I’ll concede …’ ‘Don’t glance too solid? ’ Quint echoed him incredulously. ‘It’s insanity attempting to fly during this climate. you recognize it and that i understand it. ’ He snorted. ‘The purely one who doesn’t appear to realize it is Hax Vostillix! ’ ‘Now, that’s simply the place you’re wrong,’ stated Raffix, a huge grin spreading over his face. He wiped a few snow from his glasses. ‘There is another one who reckons that it’s attainable to manage a flight-rock during this climate. ’ ‘Who? ’ requested Quint. Raffix chuckled. ‘A excellent pal of ours …’ * ii The Academy Barracks The Academy Barracks have been bustling. underneath the lofty vaulted ceiling, with its clusters of placing cop-perwood lamps, teams of academics-at-arms lounged in high-back armchairs of tilderleather, small buoyant tables tethered at their facets.

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