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Gerald Brom: The Child Thief Gerald Brom: The Child Thief

Peter ​is quick, daring, and full of mischief—and like all boys, he loves to play, though his games often end in blood. His eyes are sparkling gold, and when he graces you with his smile you are his friend for life, but his promised land is not Neverland.

Fourteen-year-old Nick would have been murdered by the drug dealers preying on his family had Peter not saved him. Now the irresistibly charismatic wild boy wants Nick to follow him to a secret place of great adventure, where magic is alive and you never grow old. Even though he is wary of Peter's crazy talk of faeries and monsters, Nick agrees. After all, New York City is no longer safe for him, and what more could he possibly lose?

There is always more to lose.

Accompanying Peter to a gray and ravished island that was once a lush, enchanted paradise, Nick finds himself unwittingly recruited for a war that has raged for centuries—one where he must learn to fight or die among the „Devils,” Peter's savage… (tovább)

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Eos, 2010
484 oldal · ISBN: 9780061671340 · Illusztrálta: Gerald Brom
HarperCollins, London, 2009
482 oldal · ISBN: 9780061671333
HarperCollins, London, 2009
496 oldal · ISBN: 9780061671333

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Gerald Brom: The Child Thief

FIGYELMEZTETÉS: Ha gyengék az idegeid, vagy nem is annyira gyengék, de mégsem szeretnél több száz oldalon keresztük mészárlásról olvasni, nem rajongsz a káromkodásért, az erőszakért, vérért, mindenfelé spriccelő agyvelőért és nem akarod összetörni a gyermekkorodban alkotott Peter Pán-illúziót… akkor ez sajnos nem a te könyved.

Ellenben, ha úgy érzed, képes vagy megbirkózni mindezzel és igazi kalandra vágysz könnyen lehet, hogy új kedvencre találsz e regény személyében. A sztori sötét, meghökkentő, elgondolkodtató és teljesen új szemszögből mutassa be a klasszikus mesét. Akad benne rejtély, kaland, akció, egy jól megrajzolt, fantasztikus világ, sok-sok érzelem, pár tucat tökéletesen kidolgozott, szerethető és/ vagy utálható karakter és persze minden oldalt átitat a varázslat.

Spontán döntésből vettem meg és kezdtem el olvasni, gondoltam rám fér egy könnyed kis fantasy kikapcsolódásnak a sok klasszikus közepette. Ehelyett olyan morális kérdésekkel találtam szemben magam, hogy azt sem tudtam, hol a fejem. A nagy finálé teljesen kikészített és lelkileg kissé összetörve fejeztem be, de nem bánom. Igazi élmény volt, olvássátok el ti is!

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“How about you, Nick? Why’d you leave?”
“Because I had to.”
“It’s complicated. Some guys moved into my grandmother’s house. Turned into a bad scene.”
“How bad?” Cricket asked.
Nick rolled up his sleeve, showed them the burn on his arm. Cricket looked at him. “That’s bad.”
“Well, I’ve got my mom to thank for that one.”
“Your mom did that?”
“No, but it was her fault, it was her idea to rent out the rooms in my granny’s house. Hell, it was her idea to move back to Brooklyn in the first place. We used to live at Fort Bragg, down in North Carolina, but after my dad died Mom decided we needed to move in with Granny. Said it was because money was tight. That was the same excuse she used to talk Granny into renting out the downstairs rooms. And that’s how Marko and his pals ended up in our house. Marko’s the one that burned me.”
Nick shook his head. “I mean I could see that those guys were shit the first time I met them. Right? But Mom, she was so glad to have some tenants, she just bent over backward for them. Turns out these guys are fucking street-level drug dealers and here’s my mom making them feel right at home. I mean, can you believe that?
“Soon we had these kids coming and going, running dope all over the place. A regular operation working out of our back porch. By then even my mom had caught on. I mean it wasn’t like these guys were going out of their way to be discreet. They pretty much acted like they owned the place.”
“Didn’t she call the police?” Cricket asked.
“No, that’s just it. She wouldn’t. We got in an argument about that. She said Marko had told her if she called the cops, he’d make sure it looked like she was in on it. If that happened the state would take me away from her, or seize Granny’s house. Bunch of crap like that. I think Marko had laid it on thick. Had scared her to death. Anyway, Marko must’ve got wind of our argument, because it was shortly after that him and his pals gave me this.” Nick tapped the burn mark.
“So you left?”
“You bet. I fucked up their setup and got out of there.”
Cricket looked at him, horrified. “You left your mom and grandmother behind…alone in that house with…them?”
“No…I mean, yeah. I left them, but don’t make it sound like I deserted them.”
“Nick, that’s terrible. Think about how scared your mom must be without you there.”
“She’s the one that brought them in!” Nick said angrily. “She’s the one that wouldn’t call the cops. What was I supposed to do? Stay there and put up with Marko’s crap? The guy was going to kill me.”
“Nick, think about it. They probably told her they’d hurt you and your grandmother if she did anything or told anyone. There’s no telling what-all they said to her.” Cricket shook her head. “That poor woman is in such an awful situation. What’s she going to do? I can’t believe you just up and left her there like that.”
“You don’t understand. You weren’t there. It’s not like you think. It’s—” He stopped. “Never mind. Just never fucking mind!” Nick got up and stomped away, crossed the chamber, and went into the privy. He pushed the door shut and dropped the latch. He pressed his back against the door, ignoring the clicking and rustling coming from the toilet. He stared at his reflection in the broken mirror and saw a dozen angry faces glaring back at him.
Fuck her, he thought. She doesn’t know what the fuck she’s talking about. I didn’t abandon my mother. I’d never do that. He tried to push away the thoughts of his mother alone with Marko, but could think of nothing else. He saw her face. Could see Marko and his pals: Marko’s bulging, bloodshot eyes, his beastly grin, could still hear the way they’d laughed when they’d burned him. If they didn’t mind burning him, what were they capable of doing to her, to Granny? With him gone, they could do anything. God, he thought, she must be so scared. And on top of all that, Granny could barely even get out of bed these days. Mom’s got nowhere to go. No other family, no one else to help her. What’ve I done? His face clenched up and an ugly sob escaped his throat. He pressed his face into his hands and began to cry.
“Mom,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry. I’m so damn sorry.”

Chapter Fourteen


“A long time ago, I agreed to bring these good people,” the Captain swept his arm toward the two Reverends, “the Saints, to the New World. A group of pilgrims that wanted nothing more than to escape religious persecution and find a place of peace to practice their beliefs.” The Captain made a slight bow to the two humorless, stoned-faced men, and for the millionth time wondered what brazen act of blasphemy, what horrendous carnal sin he’d committed that could possibly have been so bad as for God to condemn him to spend not one lifetime but several with these fanatics. Was it the time he hired those four wenches in Portugal to share their delights, three being sisters and the last their mother? Was it the time he stole a casket of communion wine from the monastery, or maybe taking the good Lord’s name in vain as many times as there were stars in the sky? He couldn’t figure it out, couldn’t think of any sin so great as to merit being marooned with this lot. It must have been something he’d done in a past life.

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