West

by Edith Pattou
$17.99
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In the sequel to the beloved high fantasy East, Rose sets off on a perilous journey to find her true love when he goes missing in a thrilling tale of danger, magic, adventure, and revenge.


  • Format: Hardcover
  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9781328773937
  • ISBN-10: 1328773930
  • Pages: 528
  • Publication Date: 10/23/2018
  • Carton Quantity: 12

About the book

In the sequel to the beloved high fantasy East, Rose sets off on a perilous journey to find her true love when he goes missing in a thrilling tale of danger, magic, adventure, and revenge. 

 

When Rose first met Charles, he was trapped in the form of a white bear. To rescue him, Rose traveled to the land that lay east of the sun and west of the moon to defeat the evil Troll Queen. Now Rose has found her happily-ever-after with Charles—until a sudden storm destroys his ship and he is presumed dead. But Rose doesn’t believe the shipwreck was an act of nature, nor does she believe Charles is truly dead. Something much more sinister is at work. With mysterious and unstoppable forces threatening the lives of the people she loves, Rose must once again set off on a perilous journey. And this time, the fate of the entire world is at stake.

About the author
Edith Pattou

Edith Pattou is the author ofEast, an ALA Notable Book, and its sequel, West; Hero's Song; Fire Arrow, a Booklist Top Ten Fantasy Novel of the Year; Ghosting; and the New York Times bestselling picture book Mrs. Spitzer's Garden. She lives in Columbus, Ohio. www.edithpattou.com Twitter: @epattou Instagram: @ediepattou

Excerpts

MOTHER

I HAD NEVER BEEN ONE TO DREAM. This irked me much in my youth because dreams were rich with portents and guideposts for one’s life. I sorely envied those who dreamed, even though Arne always said it was for the best, that I was far too susceptible to being swayed by superstitions as it was. 

     At any rate, I had resigned myself to the fact that I was the dreamless kind and would always remain so, until that night in late spring when I had the dream about Rose. 

     I woke up drenched with sweat, clutching Arne’s arm so hard that he had marks on his forearm for days afterward. 

     “Eugenia!” he was saying, half in pain and half in concern. He told me later that my eyes had been crazed, wide with terror. 

     “Arne,” I gasped, barely able to breathe. 

     “What was it, my dear? A nightmare?” Arne asked, reaching out his arms to pull me to him, to comfort me, but I jerked back, holding him away with a hand on his chest. 

     “It was horrible. Horrible,” I moaned, and began to shake. 

     “Tell me,” Arne said. 

     “It was Rose,” I cried. “I dreamed . . . Oh, Arne!” And with that, I began to sob. 

     He held me and kept me close until the tears eased and I could breathe again. 

     Rose was the youngest of our seven children, and she was always the one who had given me the most anguish over the years. Indeed, little more than three years earlier, we had come close to losing her forever when she set out on her quest to find Charles after he had been taken by the Troll Queen. 

     “’Twas only a dream,” Arne said softly, trying to comfort me. But all I could do was shake my head in despair. 

     He led me into the kitchen and made me a cup of chamomile tea. While it cooled, I tried to sort myself out. Part of me did not want to tell Arne the dream. I worried that giving it voice might somehow make it come true. 

     Arne tried his best to reassure me, pointing out that the night before I had eaten rather more onions than usual with the roasted beef, which wasn’t a bit true. 

     Finally he said, “Tell me the dream, Eugenia.” And I did. I could not keep it bottled up inside me any longer. 

     “The dream began,” I said, “with Rose wandering alone through a forest. And I was there too, following behind, but she could not see me. As Rose wended her way through the trees, she came upon an overlarge gray raven perched on a low-hanging branch. Instead of giving it a wide berth, as I would have had her do, Rose made straight for it. And the raven swooped toward her. She froze in place, and as the bird hurtled at her, cawing loudly, Rose suddenly faded to a dull gray color, and I realized with horror that she had turned to ash.” 

     “Ash?” Arne said, making sure he had heard me correctly. 

     “Yes, ash,” I said, “and then the bird flew up into the sky, its powerful wings beating the air, which caused the ash-Rose to fly up as well. But all at once, she was no longer recognizable as a person, was instead a swirling, spiraling pattern of gray. Abruptly the bird disappeared and the air was still. The ashes dispersed and separated and fell softly to the ground, blanketing the forest floor, as if with a dusting of gray snow.” 

     Arne was staring at me, his mouth slightly open. 

     “Something terrible is going to happen to Rose,” I cried out, my voice shrill. 

     We had not seen Rose and Charles for more than a year, but they were due to visit us in two weeks’ time. Rose was coming with her bairn from their home near La Rochelle in Fransk, while Charles was returning from a recent stay in Stockholm, Sverige, where he had been commissioned by King Gustav himself to play his flauto in the royal orchestra and to share his expertise and refinements on the orchestra’s wind instruments. 

     Arne shut his mouth and sat up straighter. “Nonsense,” he said briskly. “’Twas only the onions you ate.” 

     “But Arne—” I cried. 

     “There are no ravens on ships,” he said. “You’ll see, Eugenia. Rose and her bairn will be with us soon, safe and sound.” 

     I prayed that he was right.

Reviews

“Humans and characters from magic fight for love and life against a dreadful enemy. I could hardly breathe as they battle for the fate of the world. There isn’t a dull moment, only the risk to every life on earth!” —Tamora Pierce, #1 New York Times best-selling author 

 

“In this luminous companion to East, Rose confronts new dangers and old enemies in a high-stakes game in which the fate of the world—and everyone she loves—hangs in the balance. If I’m ever in a life-or-death struggle against impossible odds, I want Rose by my side.” —Cinda Williams Chima, New York Times best-selling author of The Shattered Realms series 

 

“What a worthy sequel to the amazing East! Of course Rose’s “happily ever after” would include more adventure. This journey was even more poignant, as she fully understood the stakes and the dangers this time. Once again, readers will be in awe of Rose’s courage and her devotion, and will long for her triumph in the end—even at great cost." —Margaret Peterson Haddix, New York Times best-selling author of the Shadow Children and Missing series 

 

"A wait of longer than a decade proves completely worthwhile in the case of Pattou’s continuing spin on Norwegian myth filled with fully realized human characters and adventures both fantastic and emotionally authentic."--School Library Journal, STARRED review 

 

"Pattou (Ghosting, 2014, etc.) builds a solid, convincing 16th-century Europe from minutely observed details...Necessary wherever the first is popular; a good addition to any collection where fairy-tale retellings circulate well."--Kirkus 

 

"This is an exciting, layered adventure that draws from various cultural mythologies. An epic drama featuring high romance and a resourceful heroine that will appeal to fans of Pattou and new readers alike."--Booklist