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Submitted to MyShelf.Com Seeker Three very different heroes,
brought together by a shared dream. On
the rocky Seeker,
who lives on the island, is now sixteen, at last old enough to follow
his brother into the ranks of the Nomana. Far
away, Morning Star, also just sixteen, is leaving home to achieve her
lifelong wish to join the Nomana. And
when a beautiful, violent river bandit known as the Wildman finds himself
completely helpless before two Nomana, he too, is determined to become
a Noble Warrior. But
these are dangerous times. Secret enemies have sworn to destroy Anacrea,
and in the imperial city of An
epic coming-of-age story about courage, friendship, desire, and faith,
Seeker heralds the beginning of a riveting
new series.
Excerpt The following is an excerpt from the
book Seeker 1 Seeker
woke earlier than usual, long before dawn, and lay in the darkness
thinking about the day ahead. It was high summer, with less than
a week to go before the longest day of the year. In school it was
the day of the monthly test. And
it was his sixteenth birthday. Unable
to sleep, he rose and dressed quietly so as not to wake his parents,
and went out into the silent street. By the light of the stars,
he made his way to the steps that zigzagged up the steep hillside,
and began to climb. As he did so he watched the eastern sky, and
saw there the first pale silver gleams on the horizon that heralded
the coming dawn. He
had decided to watch the sun rise. At
the top of the steps the path flattened out and led into the stone-flagged
Nom square. To his right rose the great dark mass of the Nom, the
castle-monastery that dominated the island; to his left, the avenue
of old stormblasted pine trees that led to the overlook. He knew
these trees well; they were his friends. He came to this place often,
to be alone and to look out over the boundless ocean to the very
farthest edges of the world. There
was a wooden railing at the far end of the avenue, to warn those
who walked here to go no further. Beyond the railing the land fell
away, at first at a steep slope, and then in a sheer vertical cliff.
Hundreds of feet below, past nesting falcons and the circling flight
of gulls, the waves broke against dark rocks. This was the most
southerly face of the island. From here there was nothing but sea
and sky. Seeker
stood by the railing and watched the light trickle into the sky
and shivered. The band of gold now glowing on the horizon seemed
to promise change: a future in which everything would be different.
With this dawn he was sixteen years old, a child no longer. His
real life, the life for which he had been waiting so long, was about
to begin. The
gold light was now turning red. All across the eastern sky the stars
were fading into the light, and the feathery bands of cloud were
rimmed with scarlet. Any moment now the sun itself would break the
line of the horizon. How
can a new day begin like this, he thought, and nothing change? Then
there it was, a blazing crimson ball bursting the band of sea and
sky, hurling beams of brilliance across the water. He looked away,
dazzled, and saw the red light on the trunks of the pine trees and
on the high stone walls of the Nom. His own hand too, held up before
him, was bathed in the rays of the rising sun, familiar but transformed.
Moving slowly, he raised both his arms above his head and pointed
his forefingers skyward, and touched them together. This was the
Nomana salute. Those
who wished to become Noble Warriors entered the Nom at the age of
sixteen. He
heard a soft sound behind him. Turning, startled, he saw a figure
standing in the avenue. He flushed and lowered his arms. Then he
gave a respectful bow of his head, because the watcher was a Noma. “You’re
up early.” A
woman. Her voice sounded warm and friendly. “I
wanted to see the dawn.” Seeker
was embarrassed that she had seen him making the salute to which
he was not entitled; but she did not reprimand him. He bowed again,
and headed down the avenue, now flooded by the brilliant light of
the rising sun. As he passed the Noma, she said, “It’s
not necessary to be unhappy.” He
stopped and turned back to look at her. Like all the Nomana, she
wore a badan over her head, which shadowed her face. But he sensed
that she was half smiling as she met his gaze. “I
am unhappy.” The
Noma went on gazing at him with her gentle smile. “Who
are you?” He
gave his full name, the name his father had chosen for him, the
name he hated. “Seeker after Truth.” “Ah,
yes. The schoolteacher’s son.” His
father was the headmaster of the island’s only school. He
was raising Seeker to be a teacher like him. “Your
life is your own,” said the Noma. “If it’s not
the life you want, only you can change it.” Seeker
made his way slowly back to the steps, and down the steps home,
his mind filled by the Noma’s words. All his life he had done
what his father had asked of him. He had always been top of his
class, and was now top of the school. He knew his father was proud
of him. But he did not want to live his father’s life. Seeker
wanted to be a Noble Warrior. Copyright © 2006 William Nicholson Author's Biography William Nicholson
is the author of the acclaimed Win on Fire trilogy as well as the
screenplays for Gladiator
and Shadowlands, both of which were nominated
for Academy Awards. He lives in For
more information, please visit www.williamnicholson.co.uk..
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