The Bell Between Worlds (The Mirror Chronicles, Book 1)
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A glorious epic fantasy in the grand tradition of CS Lewis and Philip Pullman. The Mirror Chronicles will take you into another world, and on the adventure of your lifetime…
Half of your soul is missing.
The lost part is in the mirror.
And unless Sylas Tate can save you, you will never be whole again.
Sylas Tate leads a lonely existence since his mother died. But then the tolling of a giant bell draws him into another world known as the Other, where he discovers not only that he has an inborn talent for the nature-influenced magic of the Fourth Way, but also that his mother might just have come from this strange parallel place.
Meanwhile, evil forces are stirring, and an astounding revelation awaits Sylas as to the true nature of the Other. As violence looms and the stakes get ever higher, Sylas must seek out a girl called Naeo who might just be the other half of his soul – otherwise the entire universe may fall…
charged into the darkness, sometimes sprinting ahead, sometimes darting inexplicably to one side. He could feel them: he could sense the walls of the riverbed around him, feel their approach as he slid between them. He could smell the dry earth in his nostrils, feel its weight pressing on his chest, see it through the gloom: black upon black, grey upon grey. Occasionally a wall of the creek grazed his shoulder as he took a turn too sharply, but otherwise he ran, ran as though he had passed this
the ends of scores of little metal arms. It seemed utterly out of place. It was the kind of thing he had seen many times in antique shops and markets, but never expected to see here. But then he started to see other strange reminders of his own world: an old pedal-powered sewing machine; a pair of binoculars in a worn leather case; a small wooden box of tiny tools and measuring devices, like the ones that he had seen his mother using when she was drawing; an old box camera, complete with wooden
Dirgheon, but from what we have been told—” “I know!” exclaimed Sylas suddenly. He was not watching this new display; he was staring straight past it and along the length of the Windrush. The Magruman searched his face. “You know... what?” “I know how to get out of the Dirgheon.” The sentry stood in the darkened hallway, guarding the ornate doors into the Apex Chamber. It had been bred for precisely this purpose, trained for it from birth. It held its gigantic frame perfectly still and to
came; and thus at this our journey’s end is another, just beginning.” THE DOOR CREAKED ON its old, dry hinges, but opened easily. Sylas heard the half-hearted ring of the rusty shop bell above his head as he stepped into the gloom. He was immediately aware of the strong odour of decaying wood and damp walls, which hung heavily in the air and caught the back of his throat. The front of the shop was relatively clear, containing a few empty cabinets whose doors hung off their hinges and vast
crates. Some had been taken down and opened and the floor was strewn with straw and shredded paper. Mr Zhi turned to Sylas and smiled. “As you can see, I have many thousands of Things in my shop,” he said, his eyes now peering into one of the crates, “but I consider it my particular talent to know which Things will interest which people. That is why I have never taken to having my wonderful Things displayed on shelves and in cabinets. That would take away all of the mystery, which is the greater