Det gikk så fort..

å lese denne fantastiske boka, at jeg helt glemte å blogge den! Hvilken? My swordhand is singing av Marcus Sedgwick. Kjapp å lese, men herremingodegud, så spennende! Og skremmende. Og original. Et lite utdrag: "The man was not tall, but he was fat. Bloated. His skin was as white as the trees around them. There was dried blood at the corners of his shriveled mouth. It had taken Radu all this time to recognize him. Radu took a step backward, his fur boots brushing through the snow. He tripped over an unseen root, but kept his feet. He lifted a hand and pointed at the man. “But Willem. You’re dead!” Og så er vi i gang... Boka har en artig hjemmeside, men jeg anbefaler å vente med den til boka er lest. Den avslører litt mye etter min smak.