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The Rift Frequency. Amy Foster S.
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isbn 9780008190354
Автор произведения Amy Foster S.
Жанр Детская проза
Издательство HarperCollins
HarperVoyager
an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
1 London Bridge Street
London SE1 9GF
First published in Great Britain by HarperVoyager 2017
Copyright © Amy S. Foster 2017
Cover layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2017
Cover illustration © Larry Rostant
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Source ISBN: 9780008190361
Ebook Edition © November 2017 ISBN: 9780008190354
Version: 2017-09-25
For Eva,
who loves just as fiercely as Ryn does
Contents
I hear birdsong inside the Rift.
A thousand skylarks trilling into an endless emerald prism. I wasn’t expecting music. Maybe a droning hum or a keening wail, but the symphony is a surprise. It fills my ears and spreads throughout the rest of my body like cyanide. In a matter of seconds I’m entirely at the Rift’s mercy.
The sound overtakes me and the swelling current claims whatever sense of orientation I have left. I don’t know which way is up or down. I’m tumbling through the noise, unable to fill my lungs. My body feels like it’s being squeezed by a vise, but at the same time I’m being pulled apart. And then, almost as quickly as it began, the Rift exhales in a single violent breath, and I am pushed out.
My face is in damp soil and dead leaves. I look behind me in time to see the Rift’s giant, neon green jaws snap shut. In an instant it’s gone and I’m here, wherever here is.
At least I’m not alone.
A long, thin cable runs