9 ​From the Nine Worlds (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard) 14 csillagozás

Rick Riordan: 9 From the Nine Worlds Rick Riordan: 9 From the Nine Worlds

The Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard trilogy may have concluded, but we haven’t heard the last of our favorite peeps from the Nine Worlds. Join Hearthstone, Blitzen, Samirah, Alex, Jack, T.J., Mallory, Halfborn, and more on a hilarious and unforgettable journey through Rick Riordan’s unique take on Norse mythology. While Magnus is off visiting his cousin, Annabeth, his friends find themselves in some sticky, hairy, and smelly situations as they try to outwit moronic giants, murderous creatures, and meddlesome gods. Can they stave off Ragnarok at least until Magnus gets back?

Eredeti megjelenés éve: 2018

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Puffin, Great Britain, 2019
150 oldal · puhatáblás · ISBN: 9780241359433 · Illusztrálta: James Firnhaber
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Disney Press, 2018
176 oldal · keménytáblás · ISBN: 9781368024044 · Illusztrálta: James Firnhaber, Jim Madsen, Yori Elita Narpati
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Puffin, London, 2018
170 oldal · keménytáblás · ISBN: 9780241359440

2 további kiadás


Enciklopédia 6

Szereplők népszerűség szerint

Thor · Hearthstone

Helyszínek népszerűség szerint

Ginnungagap


Kedvencelte 1

Várólistára tette 7

Kívánságlistára tette 11


Kiemelt értékelések

FVCsilla P>!
Rick Riordan: 9 From the Nine Worlds

Még be sem fejeztem a trilógiát, egyszerűen érzem, hogy szeretni fogom. Tudtam, hogy a kiegészítő köteteket is el kell olvasnom. Szerettem ezeket a rövid novellákat, meghozta a hangulatot ahhoz, hogy folytassam a sorozatot is és ne halogassam tovább.

budvigszandi>!
Rick Riordan: 9 From the Nine Worlds

Aranyos kis novellák kerültek ebbe a könyvbe. Amikor megláttam a borítót és a megjelenés dátumát, alig vártam, hogy a polcomon tudjam ezt a szépséget. Jó volt kicsit visszatérni a szereplőkhöz, de olyan kiemelkedően egyik sztori sem tetszett. Kicsit úgy érzem, Rick bácsi kötelességének tartja, hogy mindegyik sorozatához írjon kiegészítéseket. Bennem most már kicsit olyan „húzzunk még egy kis bőrt róla” hatást kelt. A Hotel Valhalla guide bőven elég lett volna, mert akármennyire is humoros és aranyos volt újra látni az imádott szereplőket, túl sokat nem tett hozzá érdemben ez a sorozathoz, és akkor még jó drága is volt a könyv a maga 176 oldalához képest…

Beatrice8>!
Rick Riordan: 9 From the Nine Worlds

Először erre a könyvre a csodás US borító miatt figyeltem fel. Azán találkoztam vele Könyvhéten természetesen nem azzal a borítóval, amit szerettem volna, de azért megvettem. A kiegészítő kötetek közül a jobbak közé tartozik. Vicces volt, újra találkozhattam kedvenc szereplőimmel, ha Magnusszal nem is. Kicsit túl rövid, kicsit gyerekes helyenként a humor, de azért tetszett.

Morcant>!
Rick Riordan: 9 From the Nine Worlds

Aranyos kis kötet, be tudta tölteni a harmadik rész befejezése utáni űrt. Maguk a novellák nem olyan nagy durranások, viszont jó volt még több időt tölteni a már megismert karakterekkel. Az illusztrációk pedig egész egyszerűen varázslatosak benne!

polimatilda I>!
Rick Riordan: 9 From the Nine Worlds

Kicsi visszatérés a Magnus Chase karakterekhez, kilenc rövid kis elbeszélésen keresztül. Nosztalgia faktor on, újra kellene olvasni a trilógiát. :D


Népszerű idézetek

Beatrice8>!

She suddenly froze and stared past me in shock. Tremors shook the ground. Had the troll awakened? I spun and thrust Inge behind me.
Then I relaxed. The troll was still lying where I’d left him. The tremors were from a different, but equally disturbing source: Thor.
“Hello, Mr. Elf, Ms. Hulder!” he called as he jogged by.
Hi, Thor, I signed. Nice shorts.
Thor stopped and pointed at his earbuds. “Sorry, I’m listening to rock! Maybe you should use the bullhorn.”
Or I could just sign louder.
“Add in bicep curls for a full-body workout?” Thor hefted his hammer, Mjolnir. “A worthwhile suggestion, Mr. Elf! Well, good-bye!”
Thor thundered off.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Hearthstone · Thor
Beatrice8>!

The goddess of death visited me in a dream. “A job well done, son of Tyr,” she said. “Your mother is safe. I may even grant you permission to visit her from time to time.”
Warring emotions bubbled up in my gut then—anger at how my mother had been treated, and elation that one day I might get to see her again. Elation won out.
“I look forward to that,” I said. “And I’m glad your dog is back home, even though he’s destined to kill my dad. But right now, do me a favor.” I rolled over and pulled up the covers. “Go to Helheim.”

Beatrice8>!

“You are aware that my hellhound, Garm, will devour your father, Tyr, when Ragnarok is unleashed?”
I nodded.
“As Tyr’s spawn, you have his blood in your veins.”
I nodded again, wondering where this was going.
“Well. Garm has run off,” she told me. “You, son of Tyr, are the only one who can find him. Or rather”—she treated me to a ghastly smile—“he will find you.”
“I don’t follow.”
“Why, it’s very simple. My hellhound will smell the blood of Tyr and come running.”
I clutched my rifle more tightly. “So basically, you’re using me as bait.”
“More like a moving target,” Hel amended.
“Why me?” I dared to ask. “Why not just, I don’t know, poof Garm back to his cave yourself? Or send your demons to retrieve him?”
“Garm can be . . . elusive,” she said evasively. “He’s run off before, and past attempts to bring him home with magic and demons have failed.”
I was going to suggest she use a hellhound whistle, but I thought better of it. “If you don’t mind my asking, why not just let him stay lost?”
Hel’s expression darkened. “And risk word getting out that my dog is beyond my control? No. There is only one solution. You must lure him back to his cave.”
I scowled. “Let me guess. If I refuse, you torture my mother. If I tell anyone Garm didn’t come when you called, you torture my mother.”
“Oh yes. And Thomas . . . T.J. . . . if you think killing Garm will stop the hound from killing your father, think again. You cannot stop destiny. Now, away you go!”

Beatrice8>!

Siersgrunnr means Cheesebutt. You try lip-reading that and not laughing.

Beatrice8>!

“READY FOR the next one?”
I lip-read T.J.’s question and nodded. He slid a flash card with a handwritten swear word on it across the table, then watched me with gleeful anticipation.
Smiling faintly, I opened my mind and focused on the dagaz runestone in my hand. Magic flowed through me like water through a pebbled stream. The stone warmed, and I signed the swear. I felt sound vibrations in the air, then T.J. fell back onto his bed, shaking with laughter.
I gave him a look and signed three words: Pull yourself together.
“Right. Sorry.” T.J. grinned. “It’s just . . . hearing cuss words come out of thin air like that cracks me up every time.”

Beatrice8>!

I mounted the stairs to my pavilion and sank onto Hlidskjalf, the magic throne from which I can peer into the Nine Worlds. The seat cradled my posterior with its ermine-lined softness. I took a few deep breaths to focus my concentration, then turned to the worlds beyond.
I usually begin with a cursory look-see of my own realm, Asgard, then circle through the remaining eight: Midgard, realm of the humans; the elf kingdom of Alfheim; Vanaheim, the Vanir gods’ domain; Jotunheim, land of the giants; Niflheim, the world of ice, fog, and mist; Helheim, realm of the dishonorable dead; Nidavellir, the gloomy world of the dwarves; and Muspellheim, home of the fire giants.
This time, I didn’t make it past Asgard. Because goats.
Specifically, Thor’s goats, Marvin and Otis. They were on the Bifrost, the radioactive Rainbow Bridge that connects Asgard to Midgard, wearing footy pajamas. But there was no sign of Thor, which was odd. He usually kept Marvin and Otis close. He killed and ate them every day, and they came back to life the next morning.
More disturbing was Heimdall, guardian of the Bifrost. He was hopping around on all fours like a deranged lunatic. “So here’s what I want you guys to do,” he said to Otis and Marvin between hops. “Cavort. Frolic. Frisk about. Okay?”
I parted the clouds. “Heimdall! What the Helheim is going on down there?”
“Oh, hey, Odin!” Heimdall’s helium-squeaky voice set my teeth on edge. He waved his phablet at me. “I’m making a cute baby goat video as my Snapchat story. Cute baby goat videos are huge in Midgard. Huge!” He spread his hands out wide to demonstrate.
“I’m not a baby!” Marvin snapped.
“I’m cute?” Otis wondered.
“Put that phablet away and return to your duties at once!”
According to prophecy, giants will one day storm across the Bifrost, a signal that Ragnarok is upon us. Heimdall’s job is to sound the alarm on his horn, Gjallar—a job he would not be able to perform if he were making Snapchat stories.
“Can I finish my cute baby goat video first?” Heimdall pleaded.
“No.”
“Aw.” He turned to Otis and Marvin. “I guess that’s a wrap, guys.”
“Finally,” Marvin said. “I’m going for a graze.” He hopped off the bridge and plummeted to almost certain death and next-day resurrection. Otis sighed something about the grass being greener on the other side, then jumped after him.
“Heimdall,” I said tightly, “need I remind you what could happen if even one jotun snuck into Asgard?”
Heimdall hung his head. “Apologetic face emoji.”
I sighed. “Yes, all right.”

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Hlidskjálf · Muspellheim
Beatrice8>!

Thankfully, a messenger raven swooped into the pavilion just then to summon me to the thane meeting.
“At last,” I muttered as I headed to the Thing Room. “A moment of sanity.”
I opened the conference room door to find my trusted advisors twirling in their plush leather chairs.
“Whoever spins the longest without getting sick wins!” one of the Eriks yelled.
“Thanes!” I roared. “Come to order!”
My advisors quickly pulled their chairs to the table (except for Snorri Sturluson, who staggered to the nearest trash bin and threw up).

Beatrice8>!

The first god stood up. Balding, sweaty, with a stomach that protruded over his belt, he reminded me of a foreman on a low-budget infrastructure project.
„THE NAME'S HOLLER!” he bellowed. "GOD OF DISEASE, DESTRUCTION AND DISASTER! LET ME PLAY FOR YOUR TEAM, AND I WILL STRIKE DOWN THE MASSES WITH DEVASTATING HEAD COLDS! THEN I'LL FOLLOW UP WITH A LEAKY-FAUCET EPIDEMIC AND A RASH OF TEETH-RATTLING POTHOLES!”

Beatrice8>!

Midgard, realm of the humans; the elf kingdom of Alfheim; Vanaheim, the Vanir gods’ domain; Jotunheim, land of the giants; Niflheim, the world of ice, fog and mist; Helheim, realm of the dishonourable dead; Nidavellir, the gloomy world of the dwarves; and Muspellheim, home of the fire giants.

Beatrice8>!

Thor was letting out farts like a sputtering engine. A cloud of noxious fumes enveloped me. “Gods of Asgard!” I waved a hand in front of my face. “What crawled up inside him and died?”


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