Wolf Brother: Book 1 (Chronicles of Ancient Darkness)

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Spirit Walker by Michelle Paver (Chronicles of Ancient Darkness: Book 2)". Fantasy Book Review . Retrieved 19 October 2011. Waarom heetten ze Zieleneters?' vroeg hij, bijna zonder zijn lippen te bewegen. 'Aten ze echt zielen?' Torak and Wolf looked at her in surprise, and she found herself facing two pairs of wolf eyes: one amber, one light-grey.” Children trapped at home now have at least one reason to celebrate — the long-awaited return of The Wolf Brother series!” It is - possessed.’ His father’s face was grim; he didn’t seem like Fa anymore, ‘Some - demon - from the Otherworld -has entered it and made it evi1.’

Torak. You swore an oath.’ Again he closed his eyes. ‘Now. You - keep the medicine horn. I don’t need it any more. Take your things. Fetch me water from the river. Then-go.’ At last, he had to stop for breath. He collapsed against an oak tree. As he raised his head to stare at the shifting green leaves, the tree murmured secrets to itself, shutting him out. Just as they reach the Mountain of the World Spirit, Renn and Torak are captured by Renn’s brother Hord and taken to the camp of the Raven Clan, who have been in pursuit of Torak since his escape. However, Fin-Kedinn, convinced that Torak should go to the Mountain alive, releases him. He reveals to Torak that at the time of his death, Torak’s father had been engaged in a quest to defeat the Soul Eaters, a gang of renegade mages using evil magic to take over the forest. Fin-Kedinn believes the Soul Eaters created the demonic bear to kill Torak’s father. He hopes that it is Torak’s destiny to defeat them.No time,’ his father cut in. ‘Now swear. On my knife. Swear that you will find the Mountain, or die trying.’ Torak bit his lip hard. East through the trees, a grey light was growing. Not yet, he thought in panic. Please not yet.

Better,’ murmured his father. But Torak saw with a clutch of terror that the pulse in his throat was fainter. His wound was so deep that as Torak clumsily stanched it with beard-moss, he saw his father’s guts glistening in the firelight. He had to grit his teeth to keep from retching. He hoped Fa didn’t notice - but of course he did. Fa was a hunter. He noticed everything.Last, he made the most important mark of all: a circle on the forehead to mark the Nanuak, the world-soul. By the time he’d finished he was swallowing tears. Torak was bewildered. Never before had his father talked like this. He was a practical man; a hunter. ‘I don’t understand any of this!’ he cried. ‘What guide? Why must I find the Mountain? Will I be safe there? Is that it? Safe from the bear?’