The Outcasts: Brotherband Chronicles, Book 1 (The Brotherband Chronicles)
From the author of the global phenomenon Ranger's Apprentice!
They are outcasts. Hal, Stig, and the others - they are the boys the others want no part of. Skandians, as any reader of Ranger's Apprentice could tell you, are known for their size and strength. Not these boys. Yet that doesn't mean they don't have skills. And courage - which they will need every ounce of to do battle at sea against the other bands, the Wolves and the Sharks, in the ultimate race. The icy waters make for a treacherous playing field . . . especially when not everyone thinks of it as playing. John Flanagan, author of the international phenomenon Ranger's Apprentice, creates a new cast of characters to populate his world of Skandians and Araluens, a world millions of young readers around the world have come to know and admire. Full of seafaring adventures and epic battles, Book 1 of The Brotherband Chronicles is sure to thrill readers of Ranger's Apprentice while enticing a whole new generation just now discovering the books.
Perfect for fans of J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, T.H. White’s The Sword in the Stone, Christopher Paolini’s Eragon series, and George R. R. Martin’s Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire series.
could find another way to express their affection. “Well done! Well done! You’d have made your father a proud man! You’re a true Skandian now, boy, and that’s a fact!” Hal beamed. His heart swelled with pride inside his chest until he thought it might burst with sheer pleasure. All his life, he’d felt like an outsider. Now here was the Oberjarl himself, publicly expressing his total acceptance. “Mind you,” Erak said, “I told you those spars were too light.” “You could be right,” Hal said.
relax. “All right, what else have we got?” His eyes lit on the spears in the twins’ hands. “You any good with those stickers? Can you throw them? And I don’t mean at me!” he added hurriedly. “Actually,” Ulf said, “we’re pretty mediocre.” “He’s mediocre,” Wulf put in. “I’m sort of … ordinary.” “That’s the same thing!” Ulf retorted angrily. Wulf rounded on him. “It’s not! Mediocre is second-rate. Ordinary is … ordinary.” “Like there’s a difference!” Ulf began. But Hal stepped in quickly.
made sure they lowered the log the last few inches before releasing it. Inevitably, one or two of them caught their fingers underneath and swore quietly. Then they straightened, rubbing their sore backs, rolling their shoulders to ease aching muscles. “Right! Collect your weapons. Double-time to the weapons area.” And so the pattern of their days was set. Hard physical exercise, followed by equally hard work, training with their weapons. Hal would stand before a pine post wrapped with
awful lot,” he said, then hurriedly added to Gort, “sorry, sir.” Gort harrumphed. It was true, and everyone knew it. Sigurd came to a decision. “Very well, that’s the only explanation that makes sense. It was a jackdaw. So the result is, a win to the Herons—” “No!” Tursgud began. But Sigurd rolled on over him. “That’s two wins to the Wolves, one to the Herons. Nil to the Sharks. That’s the way we’ll mark it.” “No! It’s not fair! I want a rematch! I protest!” Tursgud was almost screaming in
glared at him. “Calm down. They’re still fresh,” he said. But he glanced at the Sharks’ craft and measured angles and distances with his eye. She was definitely catching them, he thought. He heaved the tiller to the left, trying to head farther upwind. He heard Stig’s warning shout. “We’re luffing!” That meant the sail was fluttering, losing power as she came too close to the wind. Instantly, Hal let her fall off a little until the sail came taut again. They’d just have to hope that Tursgud’s