: Ruth Eastham
: Arrowhead An ancient Viking curse has risen
: Vertebrate Digital
: 9781911342625
: 1
: CHF 5.30
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: Abenteuer, Spielgeschichten, Unterhaltung
: English
: 272
: Wasserzeichen
: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet
: ePUB
When a playground scrap becomes a fight to the death, and an ancient curse awakes, Jack and Emma must uncover the arrowhead's secrets - before a terrible evil is unleashed. Award-winning children's author Ruth Eastham weaves twists, turns and adventures into the rollercoaster ride that is Arrowhead: aspects of Norse mythology, the importance of friendship and teamwork, race-against-the-clock tension, and terror as the world as you know it is turned upside down. Follow the three friends Jack, Emma and Skuli on their mission to save the world from the evil curse, as you are drawn into an emotional and thrilling journey - but one not to be missed.

Ruth Eastham is an award-winning author from the UK. Her debut novel, The Memory Cage, was shortlisted for the Waterstone's Children's Book Prize and nominated for the Carnegie Medal, and her writing has won and been shortlisted for many other national and regional awards. Her second book, The Messenger Bird, won and was shortlisted for many local authority book prizes and its Enigma Code themes made it a featured book at the famous Bletchley Park. Ruth Eastham is a regular visitor to schools, in the UK and internationally, giving inspiring talks and running innovative creative writing workshops for all ages, fascinating children with the real life mysteries and dramas behind these and her other books: The Warrior in the Mist and The Jaguar Trials. She has lived in New Zealand, Australia and Italy and has two daughters.

The wise man is never parted from his weapons.

VIKING SAYING

‘Troll Boy’s dead!’ ‘Fight! Fight!’

Excited shouts shot round the playground as the mass of kids waited. School was about to end and, just for the fun of it, Lukas Brudvik was going to beat up the Troll.

‘At least use his proper name,’ muttered Jack as he hovered by himself at the edge of the group, shifting from one foot to the other to keep warm. He zipped his padded jacket to the maximum.

What had got into those kids? They’d been all right up till now. Welcoming even. It was the first time he’d seen anyone bother Skuli. It was like someone had flicked the ‘mad’ switch; cast a spell on them or something.

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