{"product_id":"children-of-the-flying-city-isbn-9780593109533","title":"Children of the Flying City","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003e“Richly imagined and emotionally resonant, \u003ci\u003eChildren of the Flying City \u003c\/i\u003eis a fantasy for young and old alike. This book gave my heart wings.” \u003cbr\u003e–Pierce Brown, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eRed Rising\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eChildren of the Flying City \u003c\/i\u003efeels, at once, timeless and wondrously, gloriously new.” \u003cbr\u003e–Katie Williams, author of \u003ci\u003eTell the Machine Goodnight \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBrought to the flying city of Highgate when he was only five years old, orphan Milo Quick has never known another home. Now almost thirteen, Milo survives one daredevil grift at a time, relying only on his wit, speed, and best friends Jules and Dagda.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA massive armada has surrounded Highgate’s crumbling armaments. Because behind locked doors—in opulent parlors and pneumatic forests and a master toymaker’s workshop—the once-great flying city protects a powerful secret, hidden away for centuries. A secret that’s about to ignite a war. One small airship, the \u003ci\u003eHalcyon\u003c\/i\u003e, has slipped through the ominous blockade on a mission to collect Milo—and the rich bounty on his head—before the fighting begins. But the members of the \u003ci\u003eHalcyon’\u003c\/i\u003es misfit crew aren’t the only ones chasing Milo Quick.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e True friendship is worth any risk in this clever, heart-racing adventure from award-winning author and journalist Jason Sheehan. Sheehan weaves together wry narration and multiple points of view to craft a richly imagined tale that is dangerous and surprising, wondrous and joyful.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e“Sheehan crafts a richly detailed world and uses multiple points of view to relate the narrative, keeping the characters central to the high-stakes plot. Following in the tradition of Kenneth Oppel’s \u003ci\u003eAirborn\u003c\/i\u003e and Philip Reeve’s \u003ci\u003eFever Crumb\u003c\/i\u003e, this fantasy, full of lessons about close friendships and the power of fighting for what’s right, will hook readers seeking adventure.” –\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An arch, omniscient narrative—by turns brutal and sweet—unspools into an ambitious, wide-ranging story of survival and loyalty.” –\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Perfect for anyone who loves action and mystery and cliffhanger endings.” –\u003ci\u003eSLC\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Richly imagined and emotionally resonant, \u003ci\u003eChildren of the Flying City\u003c\/i\u003e is a fantasy for young and old alike. At times evoking the starkness of Cormac McCarthy and the dark, humanistic fantasy of Stephen King, Sheehan will make your imagination soar, tear your heart back to the ground, dust you off, then send you back to the sky with a grin on your face. This book gave my heart wings.” \u003cbr\u003e–Pierce Brown, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eRed Rising\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003ci\u003eChildren of the Flying City\u003c\/i\u003e feels, at once, timeless and wondrously, gloriously new. Jason Sheehan has crafted the bones of a great story, the prickling flesh of unforgettable characters, the gasp of gorgeous language, and he's tucked a velvety, multi-chambered secret at the book's center.” \u003cbr\u003e–Katie Williams, author of \u003ci\u003eTell the Machine Goodnight\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eJason Sheehan\u003c\/b\u003e is an award-winning freelance journalist and author. In addition to being a book and video game critic for NPR, he has published three books for adults. This is his first book for young readers.\u003cb\u003eGo!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe boy survived, as boys sometimes do. For years, on and off the streets. He did many things, saw many things, suffered many things. A few of them left scars, and a lot of them made for good stories, but we don’t have time for any of those right now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBecause right now it is later. Years. And the boy—­twelve now, almost thirteen—­squats, fingers gripping the crumbling concrete between his too-­small shoes, on the low wall at the edge of a roof six stories up. He’s watching the cops scramble up the creaking fire escape and counting down the time until their arrival.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe says, “Ten seconds, Jules,” and flexes his toes inside his shoes, ready to run, to jump, to fly if he needs to.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJules says, “I know.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“And I’m being generous.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I know.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJules is big and strong and just a little bit older than the boy. They’ve found the door they need to go through. One they’d scouted the night before and the night before that. On those nights, there was no lock. Now there is. Because that’s just the way life works: things only go wrong when it really matters.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMouse looks past Jules as he pulls at the lock and rams his shoulder into the door. She says the boy’s name, and he glances back at her and smiles quickly, as if to tell her not to worry. Not about any little thing ever. He pulls up the scarf he wears over his head, covers his mouth and nose, smothering that smile. But Mouse knows it’s still there.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe cops are upset. Yelling up the fire escape at the boy crouched there watching them. They’re angry at being made to run and climb and jump. If they make it to the roof, they won’t be wagging their fingers and scolding the boy and his friends. The police will break their bones with lead-­weighted clubs and then throw their bodies off the roof to smash on the pavement below.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSlipped while fleeing. All three of them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTragic. Of course.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe boy is fine with this. He understands the rules and plays by them, too. He’d been up on the roof by himself before all this. Had brought his wrenches and loosened all the rusted bolts that secured the top of the fire escape to the roof. Two seconds of work and one good shove—­that’s all it’ll take to send the whole thing crashing down. He has the wrench in his hand right now. Has already adjusted the bit so it will fit neatly over the heads of the two bolts.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Five seconds.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I know,” says Jules. “Mouse, my tools.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMouse hands him a chunk of rock from the roof, a little stub of twisted rebar sticking out one side. Like a hammer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJules weighs it in his hand. He says, “Nice,” then lifts it, swings, hits the lock. Hits it again. And again. And on the fourth try it works, but he smashes his finger a little, tears off the nail. It hurts, and he drops the rock hammer and tears spring to his eyes and he wants to stick the finger in his mouth and suck on it, but he doesn’t. Because he would never.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe lock is broken. He hits the door with his shoulder and it scrapes open. He calls to the boy, voice sharp and loud with pain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMouse goes down the stairs first, leaping an entire flight, the ragged scrap of a shawl she wears billowing out behind her like stone-­colored wings. She lands on one foot, one knee, one hand, looks back through dust and darkness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJules waits for the boy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe boy walks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe first policeman’s hand touches the lip of wall around the roof.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe boy asks, “You ready?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Course,” says Jules.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Then what are we waiting for?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“After you.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No, you first. I insist.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen they laugh. They both go through the door, push it closed. Jules pulls two wooden wedges out of a pocket and shoves them under the door. Chocks. 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