Sapphire Hunting E-Book

J Sengupta

• Herausgeber: J Sengupta
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

When James goes to college, he is full of optimism. He is going to make a name for himself. He has always been able to solve those tricky little problems.But then he finds bullying social club students, pretentious professors and financial hardships are ready to make achieving success an uphill struggle. But James is still an optimist. And James has found networks of energy form a framework through all the worlds and all the lives that people live, in all the times and all the places where they live them. But something is coming, malignant, hopping on the foci, streaming into James’ passive existence to harvest his friends and push in on the barriers of the world. Will he be able to fight it?Fans of Susan Cooper and Isaac Asimov should look this author up.

Leseprobe

Sapphire Hunting

J SenGupta

Copyright © J SenGupta 2003, 2011, 2015; 2nd Edition (Nov. 2015)

All rights reserved

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Disclaimer

All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental

Cover illustration created with Canva.com

Chapter 2: Passage from

Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll

First published 1872

Public Domain Text

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Disclaimer

Chapter 1 - The Way of the World

Chapter 2 - Landship

Chapter 3 - Engine Room

Chapter 4 - The Heavy Atmosphere

Chapter 5 - Medieval World on Metal Planet

Chapter 6 - Travelogue

Chapter 7 - Finding Jamy and the Library

Chapter 8 - Library Beast and the Feudal Hall

Chapter 9 - Losing the Beacon

Chapter 10 -The Train inside Olympus

End Matter

Chapter 1

The Way of the World

From the point of view of an observer as far away as the Sun the planet Earth whirled, azure pale, only vibrant before blank black. The light of nearby stars was overwhelmed by its reflected aura; except for in lines around and below close by, where there were flaring specks of debris in pieces spun in orbits. But something new came, something alien; a tincture spreading like liquid in space, seeping in, flowing, spreading darkness like invisibility between the Earth and the moon.

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‘Watch out!’             

James’ foot struck the stack of file folders by the desk. They began to slide from the middle of the pile. He dove down to stop them and his hand grabbed at the nearest one to him, turning it over and scattering its contents.

‘Oh hell.’                  

He straightened up and stepped back. When James knelt down to begin to pick them up, his cup-bearing hand tilted. It splashed some coffee on his khakis and the discount T-shirt he wore labelled ‘gENiUs’.

‘No, no. Just leave it. Just go over there and sit down.’ This was Michael rapidly running out of patience. He was dressed in a half-buttoned formal shirt and black slacks from the night before and was fiddling with a plastic tea jug. James sat down and grinned at the carpet.

‘I was fetching the sugar. You told me “fetch the sugar” and I was doing it.’

‘I know. I know, I told you to get up and fetch the sugar. Just shut up now and drink your coffee.’

‘It needs sugar.’

There was a pause. James did not look across to intercept Michael’s reaction. He climbed onto the broad wooden sill and sat with his chin resting on his knees.

He was watching the grey sky slowly bubble and fume. The smell of forthcoming rain came through the open window, and the shadows of the clouds played over the dark trees framing the view of the parks. He heard Michael half-stepping, avoiding sheets of paper on the floor to a plastic tumbler which was jumbled with cutlery and biros. ‘James,’ said Michael, and then again, louder, ‘James.’

James blinked. He turned his head. James Shaw was a student who had just turned eighteen. On this murky Thursday afternoon he sat in his friend Michael’s lofty college room looking out across the Parks.

‘What time is your tutorial?’ Michael asked.

‘Half-four,’ and he stretched out his arm, ‘half an hour, yet.’ He turned back to the window. ‘I haven’t looked at the problem sheet for a couple of days. I should probably read it through again.’ He looked back briefly over his shoulder. ‘Hmn?’