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The Missing of Clairdelune. The Mirror Visitor Book 2

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“Darkly enchanting . . . Dabos’ second Mirror Visitor novel is a strong and suspenseful fantasy blockbuster which will appeal to both teenagers and adults.” —South China Morning Post
WINNER of the 2021 Prix Albertine Jeunesse
In book two of the bestselling Mirror Visitor Quartet, “the plots multiply, the world of the Arks gains depth, details abound, and the story envelops the reader as the pages fly by” (Le Monde des ados).
When Ophelia is promoted to Vice-storyteller by Farouk, the ancestral Spirit of Pole, she finds herself unexpectedly thrust into the public spotlight. Her gift—the ability to read the secret history of objects—is now known by all, and there can be no greater threat to the nefarious denizens of her icy adopted home than this.
Beneath the golden rafters of Pole’s capitol, she discovers that the only person she may be able to trust is Thorn, her enigmatic and emotionally distant fiancé. As one influential courtier after another disappears, Ophelia again finds herself unintentionally implicated in an investigation that will lead her to see beyond Pole’s many illusions to the heart of a formidable truth.
“Illusions, treachery, and abductions abound as Ophelia’s perilous adventure continues . . . The author continues her masterful architecture in this second installment as the arks, the family relationships, and the characters’ histories all gain greater depth and dimension.” —Kirkus Reviews
“Escalating stakes ratchet tension while a somewhat leisurely pace allows readers to savor Dabos’s spectacular settings, exquisitely rendered characters, and the ever-evolving relationships that bind them.” —Publishers Weekly
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Дата публікації оригіналу
2019
Рік виходу видання
2019
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    It’s coming back to me—God was punished. On that day, I understood that God wasn’t all-powerful. Since then, I’ve never seen him again.
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    With a hesitant, somewhat timid movement, he invited Ophelia to come closer to his chair, to find the best compromise between her broken arm and his smashed leg. When she was close enough, he rested his forehead on her shoulder.

    “The first time I saw you, I formed a very poor opinion of you. I thought you had no common sense and no character, and wouldn’t make it to the marriage. That will forever remain the biggest mistake of my life.”

    Ophelia felt torn between distress and fury. He didn’t have the right! He didn’t have the right to come into her life like this, turn everything upside down, and then leave as if nothing had happened. She felt as if she were breaking inside when Thorn tightened his embrace around her.

    “Don’t go falling down any more stairs, avoid sharp objects, and above all, above all, keep away from disreputable people, alright?”

    A tear rolled down Ophelia’s cheek. Thorn’s words were carving out an abysmal void inside her. She knew with absolute certainty that from the moment they separated, she would never know warmth again.

    Thorn swallowed against her shoulder. “Oh, and by the way, I love you.”

    Ophelia’s sob caught in her throat. She could no longer speak. Breathing hurt her.

    Thorn’s hands disappeared into her thick mass of curls. She became even shorter of breath. He clasped her body against his own, as close as was physically possible, and then pulled away from her with almost brutal briskness. He cleared his throat, suddenly hoarse. “It’s . . . it’s a little harder than I thought it would be.”

    He pushed his pale hair back, his eyes studiously avoiding Ophelia’s. The rims of his eyes had reddened; this sight, more than all the rest, moved her as she’d never yet been moved.

    “Leave, now,” muttered Thorn. “I loathe tearful farewells.”

    He unclasped Ophelia’s hand, which had clung to his shirt. She wished she had both her arms, the better to hold on to him.

    “Away with you,” Thorn insisted, his voice muted, when he saw that she wasn’t moving. “The more you linger here, the harder it will be for me to . . . ”
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    Thorn’s hands disappeared into her thick mass of curls. She became even shorter of breath. He clasped her body against his own, as close as was physically possible, and then pulled away from her with almost brutal briskness. He cleared his throat, suddenly hoarse. “It’s . . . it’s a little harder than I thought it would be.”

    He pushed his pale hair back, his eyes studiously avoiding Ophelia’s. The rims of his eyes had reddened; this sight, more than all the rest, moved her as she’d never yet been moved.

    “Leave, now,” muttered Thorn. “I loathe tearful farewells.”

    He unclasped Ophelia’s hand, which had clung to his shirt. She wished she had both her arms, the better to hold on to him.
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