{"product_id":"reckless-i-the-petrified-flesh-isbn-9781782691242","title":"Reckless I: The Petrified Flesh","description":"\u003cb\u003eEnter the magical world behind the Mirrors... the thrilling first instalment in the \u003ci\u003eReckless\u003c\/i\u003e series by renowned, bestselling author Cornelia Funke.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJacob has uncovered the doorway to another world, hidden behind a mirror. It is a place of dark magic and enchanted objects, scheming dwarves and fearsome ogres, fairies born from water and men born from stone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHere, he hunts for treasure and seeks adventure in the company of Fox - a beautiful, shape­shifting girl, who guides and guards him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut now Jacob's younger brother has followed him into the mirrored world, and all that was freedom has turned to fear. Because a deadly curse has been spoken; and Jacob must risk his life to reverse it, before his brother is turned to stone forever...\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRevised and updated by Cornelia Funke, \u003ci\u003eThe Petrified Flesh\u003c\/i\u003e is the first book in the thrilling \u003ci\u003eReckless\u003c\/i\u003e series.“A haunting story of loyalty, betrayal, magic and danger.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eSunday Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Magical and full of surprises—find a child to read it to as an excuse, or just indulge.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Lady\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A superb series of books. They are certainly intriguing and mesmerizing in the telling.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe School Librarian\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eCornelia Funke is the highly acclaimed, award-winning and bestselling author of the \u003ci\u003eInkheart\u003c\/i\u003e trilogy, \u003ci\u003eDragon Rider\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Thief Lord\u003c\/i\u003e and numerous other children's novels and picture books. Born in 1958 in the German town of Dorsten, she worked as a social worker for a few years before turning first to illustration and then to writing. Her books have now sold more than 20 million copies worldwide, and have been translated into 37 languages.2\u003cbr\u003e Twelve Years Later\u003cbr\u003e The sun already stood low over the walls of the burned ruin,\u003cbr\u003e but Will was still asleep, exhausted from the pain and the fear\u003cbr\u003e of what would was growing in his flesh. One mistake. After\u003cbr\u003e twelve years of caution.\u003cbr\u003e Jacob covered his brother with his cloak and looked up\u003cbr\u003e at the sky. The two moons were already visible and the setting\u003cbr\u003e sun blackened the surrounding hills. He had made this\u003cbr\u003e world his home. Twelve years were a long time. By fourteen\u003cbr\u003e he already couldn’t count the months he had spent behind the\u003cbr\u003e mirror, despite his mother’s tears, despite her helpless fear for\u003cbr\u003e him… “Where have you been, Jacob? Please! Tell me!” How?\u003cbr\u003e How could he have told her without loosing the precious freedom\u003cbr\u003e the mirror granted him, all the life he had found behind\u003cbr\u003e it, the feeling to be so much more himself behind its glass.\u003cbr\u003e “Where have you been, Jacob?” She had never found out.\u003cbr\u003e He had told Will of this world, convinced his brother\u003cbr\u003e would believe it all to be nothing but a fairy tale. He should\u003cbr\u003e have known him better. Why didn’t he realize that his stories\u003cbr\u003e would fill Will with the same yearning that drove him\u003cbr\u003e through the mirror? \u003ci\u003eBe honest, Jacob, you didn’t want to think\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eabout it. \u003c\/i\u003eNo. He had longed to share what he had found with\u003cbr\u003e someone, and as his father’s study had kept the mirror’s\u003cbr\u003e secret for so many years, it had been far too easy to convince\u003cbr\u003e himself that it would be safe there forever.\u003cbr\u003e Maybe it would have been if he hadn’t been so eager to\u003cbr\u003e go back. He had forgotten only once to lock the door, and\u003cbr\u003e his hand was already pressed against the dark glass when\u003cbr\u003e Will walked in. It is so tempting to escape one’s bad conscience\u003cbr\u003e by changing worlds. Everything in the apartment\u003cbr\u003e had reminded Jacob that he had been looking for a glass shoe\u003cbr\u003e while his mother was dying. You have deserted her, Jacob,\u003cbr\u003e her empty room had whispered. Exactly like your father.\u003cbr\u003e In fairy tales the heroes are punished when they run\u003cbr\u003e away from a task. The heroes, not their younger brothers…\u003cbr\u003e The wounds on Will’s neck healed well, but the stone\u003cbr\u003e already showed in his left arm. It was jade. That was unusual.\u003cbr\u003e Mostly it was carnelian, jasper, moonstone…\u003cbr\u003e “He has already the scent of a Goyl.” The vixen moved\u003cbr\u003e out of the shadows cast by the crumbling walls. Her fur\u003cbr\u003e was as red as if autumn itself had dyed it. Over her hind\u003cbr\u003e leg it was streaked with pale scars. It had been almost five\u003cbr\u003e years since Jacob had freed Fox from the iron teeth of a\u003cbr\u003e poacher’s trap, and she had guarded his sleep ever since,\u003cbr\u003e warning him of dangers that his dull human senses could\u003cbr\u003e not detect, giving advice that was best followed.\u003cbr\u003e “What are you waiting for? Wake him and take him back.\u003cbr\u003e We’ve been here for hours.” The impatience in her voice\u003cbr\u003e was hard to miss. “That’s what we came here for, isn’t it?”\u003cbr\u003e Jacob looked at his sleeping brother. Yes, that’s why\u003cbr\u003e he had brought Will back to the tower: to take him back\u003cbr\u003e to the other world. But how was he supposed to live there\u003cbr\u003e growing a skin of jade? Jacob walked under the arch which\u003cbr\u003e held the scorched remnants of the castle’s doors. A Heinzel\u003cbr\u003e scampered off as Jacob’s shadow fell on him. It was barely\u003cbr\u003e bigger than a mouse, with red eyes above a pointy nose, and\u003cbr\u003e pants and shirt sewn from stolen human clothes. The ruin\u003cbr\u003e was swarming with them.\u003cbr\u003e “I changed my mind,” he said. “There’s nothing in the\u003cbr\u003e other world that can help him.”\u003cbr\u003e Jacob had tried to tell Fox years ago about the world\u003cbr\u003e he came from, but she didn’t want to hear about it. What\u003cbr\u003e she knew was enough: the place to which he disappeared\u003cbr\u003e far too often to bring back memories that followed him like\u003cbr\u003e shadows.\u003cbr\u003e “And? What do you think will happen to him here?”\u003cbr\u003e In her world, fathers killed their own sons as soon as they\u003cbr\u003e discovered the stone in their skin. But Jacob was sure that\u003cbr\u003e if there was a cure they would find it here.\u003cbr\u003e At the foot of the hill the red roofs of Schwanstein were\u003cbr\u003e fading into the twilight and the first lights were coming on\u003cbr\u003e in the houses. In his first year behind the mirror, Jacob had\u003cbr\u003e worked in one of the stables. From a distance, it looked\u003cbr\u003e like one of the pictures printed on gingerbread tins. Only\u003cbr\u003e the tall smokestacks of the factories sending gray smoke\u003cbr\u003e into the evening sky didn’t fit into that image. The New\u003cbr\u003e Magic… that’s what technology and science were called in\u003cbr\u003e this world. The Petrified Flesh, though, was not sown by\u003cbr\u003e mechanical looms or other modern achievements, but by\u003cbr\u003e the old magic that dwelled in its hills and valleys, its rivers,\u003cbr\u003e oceans, flowers, and trees; in Seven Miles Boots, Witch\u003cbr\u003e Needles, and countless other magical objects that Jacob\u003cbr\u003e had made his craft to find.\u003cbr\u003e A Gold-Raven landed on the wall under which Will\u003cbr\u003e was sleeping. Jacob shooed it away before it could croak\u003cbr\u003e one of its sinister spells in his brother’s ear.\u003cbr\u003e Will groaned in his sleep. The human skin did not yield\u003cbr\u003e to the jade without a fight. Jacob felt the pain as his own\u003cbr\u003e and for the first time ever he found himself cursing the\u003cbr\u003e mirror. He had only returned to the apartment for his\u003cbr\u003e brother, always at night so as to be sure his mother would\u003cbr\u003e be sleeping. Her tears had made it too hard to leave again,\u003cbr\u003e but Will had just wrapped his arms around him, asking\u003cbr\u003e what he had brought for him. The shoes of a Heinzel, the\u003cbr\u003e cap of a Thumbling, a button made of Elven glass, a piece\u003cbr\u003e of scaly Waterman skin—Will had hidden Jacob’s gifts\u003cbr\u003e behind his books, and then he had asked for more stories\u003cbr\u003e about the world where his brother found such treasure,\u003cbr\u003e until dawn cast its light onto the faded wallpaper and\u003cbr\u003e Jacob stole back to the mirror.\u003cbr\u003e He grabbed his rucksack. “I’ll be back soon. If he wakes\u003cbr\u003e tell him he has to wait for me. Don’t allow him to go near\u003cbr\u003e the tower.”\u003cbr\u003e “And where are you going?” The vixen moved into his\u003cbr\u003e path. “You can’t help him, Jacob.”\u003cbr\u003e “I know. 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