Icebreaker (The Icebreaker Trilogy)
Twelve-year-old Petrel is an outcast, living on an ancient icebreaker that has been following the same ocean course for three hundred years. The ship's crew has forgotten its original purpose and has broken into three warring tribes. Everyone has a tribe except Petrel, whose parents were thrown overboard for alleged crimes. She has survived by living in the dark corners of the ship, and speaking to no one except two large rats, Mister Smoke and Mrs. Slink.
When a boy is discovered on a frozen iceberg, the crew is immediately on alert. Petrel hides him on board, hoping he'll be her friend. What she doesn't know is that the ship guards a secret, held down deep in its belly, and the boy has been sent to seek and destroy it.
Icebreaker by Lian Tanner is a lush fantasy and thrilling adventure story, with an unforgettable friendship at its heart.
ridiculous that she wondered if she had gone winter-mad. But there was no other way out, not if they didn’t want to run straight into Albie and his fighters. Petrel put her finger to her lips again, “Shhhh!” and crept towards the hatch that led to the cargo bay. This was the moment when timing really counted. She thought she had got it right, but as the two of them waited beside the hatch she listened for the sound of Albie’s running footsteps and chewed her knuckles until they hurt. “What
what might happen if she broke that silence … In the end, she drifted off to sleep, and didn’t wake up until the rattle of pipes called the crew to Orca’s funeral. “It’s morning already,” she said to Fin, and she inspected the boy closely, hoping to see some sign of improvement. But the fever had dug its claws deep, and he groaned and shivered worse than ever. “Reckon you’re gunna die if I don’t do something soon,” whispered Petrel. And with those words, she came to a decision. She crawled
beard. “That’s Head Cook Krill,” called Petrel from somewhere behind the man. “Don’t worry, he’s not as mean as he looks.” “Oh, but I am,” rumbled Krill, “if the circumstances require it.” He leaned over the boy, scowling. “You’ve got questions to answer, lad. Quite a few of ’em.” “Not now!” said Petrel, squeezing around the side of him. “Look at him, Krill, he can’t even sit up properly. And he hasn’t had anything to eat for three days.” Three days, thought the boy savagely. I am a fool! I
at the front of the line, clutching the wildly bucking nozzle. It was longer than Fin could believe. Even where he was, one place back, he felt as if he were about to burst into flame, and the hose was so hot he could barely hold it. The smoke and the noise filled his head. He kept waiting for the leader to give in and run to the back, but the man didn’t … and didn’t … and didn’t … And then he did. “Your turn!” cried Petrel. Fin stepped forward and grabbed the nozzle. It was almost
survival, told her to run for her life. But Fin grabbed her hand, and the captain stepped forward and cried, “We do not mean you any harm!” A whisper came from one of the cottages. “Go away!” A man, from the sound of it, not wanting to be heard by his fellow villagers. “We wish to help you,” cried the captain. “We will teach you how to build a water pump so you do not have to carry—” Another rock splashed into the mud by his foot. “Scat, the lot of yez!” Somewhere, a baby started to wail, and