Charlie Fletcher

Language: English

Pages: 480

ISBN: 1423101790

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The city of London is in the middle of one of its most destructive wars in history. And yet most of its inhabitants don't even know it.
The battle between the statues and gargoyles of London rages on. The stakes are high, with the spits engaged in a struggle against the evil taints that will determine the fate of their very souls.
Twelve year old George Chapman and his friend Edie are caught in the middle. A glint with the ability to "see" the past, Edie has become a crucial asset in the ongoing war. The Gunner, a statue of a World War I soldier, continues do his part to help them in their quest. But George knows that he is the one who must play the biggest role in helping to bring an end to the war. With the Walker intent on forcing his evil designs on London and the world, George realizes that his destiny is inextricably tied to the Walker's destruction. In the end, the most important soul he manages to save might just be his own.
Filled with intriguing suspense, invigorating action sequences, and well developed characters, Silvertongue is a thrilling conclusion to the international blockbuster Stoneheart trilogy.

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in between…” “In between there are the ones we’re not sure of,” finished the Queen. “You’re not sure because they’re not sure,” said Edie, suddenly having a memory flash of Little Tragedy, betraying her with sadness in his eyes. “Yeah,” said the Gunner, turning to look at her with a keen eye. “The Bow Boy didn’t know. But he heard the call. And he refused it. And so now I guess we all know which side of the line he is on. And what it cost him to find out.” “I think we’re all going to be

between its legs, and flew away as fast as it could, leaving nothing but a high keening whine of enraged pain trailing behind it. But George saw none of this, and if he had, he wouldn’t have had the time for any kind of satisfaction. He was too busy falling earthward with a velocity that left his stomach far behind. He didn’t even have time to wonder what sort of mark he was going to leave in the clean white expanse of snow rushing up to meet him. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Edie’s Question All

spread over his shoulder was all that remained, marking the final remaining duel he had yet to fight. “And you say you have to fight this last duel before the stone spreads across your chest and encases your heart?” said Shack, as if this were the most natural thing in the world and he was just making certain of the details. George nodded, buttoning one jacket over the other. “And was stone on your shoulder this morning?” said the Queen of America. “No,” said George uncomfortably. “No, I

her nose, getting her breath. It was bright and hot and noisy all around her. After the churchlike gloom of the pub and the snow-deadened city, the London she had fallen into was glaring, summery, and boisterous with sound. Perhaps it was the sudden contrast, but she felt painfully sensitive to the sensations crowding in on her all at once. The colors seemed too bright, the heat too hot, and the noise…the noise was too loud and too various. Cars were passing, people were talking and laughing,

forward and dropped to the ground. George saw the hollow core through the neck hole. “George…?” said the Gunner. “I don’t know,” he replied quickly, knowing what the Gunner was going to ask him and looking down at his hands, which felt unusually hot again. “I don’t know how I did that.” “No,” said the Gunner, slamming him back into the side of the lion as something cracked flatly past his ear. “I meant, get down.” He jerked his thumb over his head at the rooftops hidden beyond the steep

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