{"product_id":"the-shamer-chroniclesisbn-9781782692294","title":"The Shamer Chronicles","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe third book in the thrilling fantasy adventure series, The Shamer Chronicles\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA watching face in a market crowd, a mist-shrouded figure on the moor, a haunting presence seen only when he wants to be seen? Sezuan, possessor of the Serpent Gift for lie and illusion, is a chilling and ambiguous figure at the best of times.\u003cbr\u003eHe is also Dina's father. And when he comes to claim the daughter he has never seen, the Shamer and her family are catapulted into reckless flight and danger. With nowhere else to turn, Dina must learn to see through her father's deceit and use her own powers to her advantage.\"The series as a whole is in good standing alongside Philip Pullman's \u003ci\u003eHis Dark Materials\u003c\/i\u003e trilogy and C. S. Lewis' \u003ci\u003eThe Chronicles of Narnia\u003c\/i\u003e.\" \u003cb\u003e— \u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The term 'page-turner' is often used, but not always justified. It is deserved here, tenfold. I really, really couldn't put the book down.\" \u003cb\u003e— \u003ci\u003eSchool Librarian\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The most original new fiction of this kind ... thrilling and thoughtful.\" \u003cb\u003e— \u003ci\u003eThe Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Spiced with likable characters and an intriguing new magical ability - eagerly awaiting volume two.\" \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This novel stands on its own and offers a satisfying conclusion even as it provides an intriguing setting and mythology for future adventures.\" \u003cb\u003e— \u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"An absorbing and fast-paced fantasy\/mystery bursting with action and intrigue. The only question is: when will the next one come out?\" \u003cb\u003e— \u003ci\u003eBulletin of the Center for Children's Books\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eI   gobbled it up. --Tamora Pierce, author of 'The Song of the Lioness'\u003cbr\u003e Tremendous novel... Dragons, murder, treachery and highly tropical thrills.   -- Amanda Craig, author of The Lie of the LandAn award-winning and highly acclaimed writer of fantasy, Lene Kaaberbøl was born in 1960, grew up in the Danish countryside and had her first book published at the age of 15. Since then she has written more than 30 books for children and young adults. Lene's huge international breakthrough came with \u003ci\u003eThe Shamer Chronicles,\u003c\/i\u003e which is published in more than 25 countries selling over a million copies worldwide.DINA\u003cbr\u003e A Stranger\u003cbr\u003e  When I first saw him, I had no idea he would change our lives.\u003cbr\u003e There was no tremor from the ground, no icy gust of wind, not\u003cbr\u003e even a real shiver down my back. Just a small twinge of unease. I\u003cbr\u003e didn't even tell Mama about him. Maybe I should have? I don't\u003cbr\u003e know. It wouldn't have changed anything, not really. From the\u003cbr\u003e moment he caught sight of me, it was too late in any case.\u003cbr\u003e It was supposed to be a good day. I had been looking forward\u003cbr\u003e to it for a long time—the Midsummer Market, when all the clans\u003cbr\u003e meet to trade, and talk, and entertain each other with races and\u003cbr\u003e contests and music from dusk to dawn. Mama and I had worked\u003cbr\u003e our fingers to the bone, drying herbs and making ointments and\u003cbr\u003e remedies for all sorts of ailments, and Rose, my foster-sister and\u003cbr\u003e best friend, had carved bowls and spoons and shelf ends, and\u003cbr\u003e little dolls and animals for the children. She was clever with her\u003cbr\u003e knife, and in her hands a bit of kindling would suddenly turn\u003cbr\u003e into a cow or a dog, as if the animal had been there all the time,\u003cbr\u003e hiding in the grain of the wood. My older brother Davin had\u003cbr\u003e nothing to trade, but he thought he might win a prize in one of\u003cbr\u003e the races with Falk, our skittish black gelding.\u003cbr\u003e This would be my first Midsummer Market in the Highlands.\u003cbr\u003e The summer before there had been strife and hostility among the\u003cbr\u003e clans, and no real Market had been held. Kensie, the clan we\u003cbr\u003e lived with, had clashed with Skaya, and it was only at the last\u003cbr\u003e moment that we had managed to stop the battle in Skara Vale\u003cbr\u003e before they ended up killing each other. It had all been Drakan's\u003cbr\u003e fault, of course; Drakan who called himself Dragon Lord and\u003cbr\u003e ruled almost all the coastlands now, after having murdered the\u003cbr\u003e old castellan of Dunark. He was a bad enemy to have, was\u003cbr\u003e Drakan, both devious and ruthless. Instead of doing battle with\u003cbr\u003e the clans himself, he tricked them into warring with each other.\u003cbr\u003e And back when he killed Ebnezer Ravens, his daughter-in-law\u003cbr\u003e Adela, and her young son Bian, he managed to have the castellan's\u003cbr\u003e own son, Nicodemus, accused of the murders. Nico would\u003cbr\u003e have ended up with his head on the block if it hadn't been for\u003cbr\u003e Mama. And me, a little bit. On that day, Drakan had become our\u003cbr\u003e enemy. And his reach was long.\u003cbr\u003e We still couldn't go anywhere without protection. Callan\u003cbr\u003e Kensie had been Mama's bodyguard for two years now. He was\u003cbr\u003e big and steady and kind to us, and I liked him. But I still wished\u003cbr\u003e we didn't need him.\u003cbr\u003e \"Such a crowd,\" said Mama. She had to keep a firm hold of\u003cbr\u003e the reins; Falk, who was serving as our cart-horse that morning,\u003cbr\u003e was not used to all the push-and-shove and hubbub. \"Where do\u003cbr\u003e you think we should go?\"\u003cbr\u003e I surveyed the crowded scene. At first it looked completely\u003cbr\u003e chaotic, with people milling about like ants in an anthill. But\u003cbr\u003e there was actually a pattern to the Market, streets and squares\u003cbr\u003e and crossroads, just like a real town, even if the Market town was\u003cbr\u003e made up of carts and wagons and tents instead of houses.\u003cbr\u003e \"There's a free spot,\" I said, pointing. \"There, at the end.\"\u003cbr\u003e \"Right,\" said Mama, clicking her tongue at Falk. Our black\u003cbr\u003e horse snorted but walked on, stiff-gaited and suspicious of the\u003cbr\u003e crowd.\u003cbr\u003e \"Copper kettles,\" yelled a peddler woman. \"Best copperware\u003cbr\u003e at even better prices!\"\u003cbr\u003e \"Three marks?\" said a broad-backed Skaya man. \"Bit steep\u003cbr\u003e for a pair of socks, if ye ask me!\"\u003cbr\u003e \"Pork sausage! Smoked venison! Have a taste, Medama. Ye'll\u003cbr\u003e not regret it!\"\u003cbr\u003e Falk laid back his ears and became even more stiff-legged.\u003cbr\u003e The cart was hardly moving at all, now.\u003cbr\u003e \"Can't you make him move a little faster?\" I asked Mama.\u003cbr\u003e \"Somebody else will grab our space.\"\u003cbr\u003e \"He doesn't like all the ruckus,\" said Mama. \"Dina, I think\u003cbr\u003e you had better lead him.\"","brand":"Pushkin Children's Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303345934565,"sku":"NP9781782692294","price":12.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781782692294.jpg?v=1730753963","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/the-shamer-chroniclesisbn-9781782692294","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}