By Lynne Reid Banks
A medieval tragedy and story of retribution -- The Dungeon is a robust tale from a author of serious ability and potency.
The ghosts of his prior hang-out the tyrannical laird, Bruce McLennan. pushed away by way of his thoughts, he units off on a wild trip the world over. After many adventures, and bringing with him his chinese language slave-girl, Peony, McLennan is drawn again to Scotland and the darkish and terrifying dungeon he has ordered to be outfitted underneath his citadel.
As Peony starts to discover friendship with Fin, a tender reliable lad, her grasp turns into an increasing number of keen about revenge and, after a bloody conflict, McLennan's thirst for vengeance twists in a brand new path. Who will he throw into his hellish dungeon? the single he hates, or the person who, unknowingly, he has come to like?
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As Peony starts to discover friendship with Fin, a tender good lad, her grasp turns into an increasing number of captivated with revenge and, after a bloody conflict, McLennan's thirst for vengeance twists in a brand new course. Who will he throw into his hellish dungeon? the single he hates, or the person who, unknowingly, he has come to like?
90 years sooner than the Brothers Grimm penned their model of "Little purple using Hood," an old, ugly sequence of occasions surprised all of Europe. beginning in 1764, an unidentified wolf-like animal ferociously mauled dozens of peasants within the Gévaudan sector of France.
Whispered rumors of unnatural creatures mixed with age-old superstition to reason mass hysteria. A werewolf used to be blamed for the carnage. Alarmed, King Louis XV despatched his top huntsmen to rid the province of the beastly scourge, yet this mythical bloodbath had simply simply began.
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Whitley tried to call out in alarm, but a thin, reedy croak was all that came forth as the scout desperately scooted back, hands scrabbling in the mulch. Ahead, some kind of monster advanced. The creature seemed almost human, walking on its hind legs. Its hair was dark, wild, and shaggy, hanging over its face and shoulders. Its hands twitched, long ﬁngers revealing wick 41 PA RT T WO : SPR I NG, T H E DY R E WO OD edly curved dirty claws that clicked against one another in an ticipation. Its face was invisible in the shadows but for the glow of its amber eyes and the glistening of its sharp teeth, which seemed to ﬂood its face with a cruel smile.
As the lungs grew, so did the rib cage, straining at ﬁrst before cracking and popping. His chest expanded as his ribs took a new shape. The pain was unbearable. He wanted to yell out loud against it, but nothing came other than a silent scream. He gritted his teeth as he felt a pressure grip his skull like a vise. The strain increased; Drew thought his eyes might burst from his sockets. He felt his gums beginning to tear as his teeth seemed to work themselves free. His arms came up 25 PA RT ON E : AU T U M N , C OL D C OA S T before him, but he could only stare in horror as his hands dis torted, stretched, and elongated, with his nails tearing from his ﬁngers into great long claws.
A leather jerkin was buttoned up to below his chin, a woolen scarf keeping the cold from his throat. Drew put his hand to his own throat. Bare. He ran his hand over his chest. Also bare. He looked down at the rest of his body. Not a scrap of clothing remained, bar a thong of leather over his shoulder that held the Wolfshead blade. He must have looked monstrous. He would apologize to the boy when he woke up. It then occurred to him that he couldn’t recall the last time he’d spo ken a word. He’d resorted to growling as a form of communi cation when warning wild animals away from his cave or his kills.