Icebreaker (The Icebreaker Trilogy)
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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.
vicious assault on my person.” “Don’t be cross with him, Missus Slink,” said Petrel. “He’s scared of rats, that’s all.” Missus Slink’s voice was stiff with offense. “‘That’s all’? I say he’s dangerous, and those who want to get rid of him are right.” “No!” said Petrel, who was not yet ready to give up on Fin, despite his foolishness. “We have to get those answers, don’t we? You were the ones who were so keen. You were the ones who wouldn’t rest till I got ’em.” The rats were silent for a
could hear her own breath rasping in her throat, so loud that it almost drowned out the endless rattle of pipe messages. She pulled Fin around one corner and pushed him around another. She thought of loneliness and friendship. She put on a last desperate burst of speed, and Fin ran beside her, blindly into the darkness, trusting her to save him— The lanterns caught them. Feet rushed up behind them, and rough hands grabbed them and spun them around, shouting, “We’ve got ’em!” “Leave us alone,”
the Maw is. You gotta have backup. Ain’t I told you that over and over again?” Petrel’s anger flared higher. All that fear! All that terror, for nothing. “You should’ve told us,” she said. “You should’ve—” “Where’s this thing taking us?” interrupted Dolph. The rat’s eyes shone with mystery. Petrel scowled at him. “You stop all these secrets, Mister Smoke! They scare me half to death, and I want to know the truth. Where are we going?” “Back to the Oyster,” said Mister Smoke. “Where else?” Fin
Sunkers venerated their dead ancestors, but at the same time, they seemed to think that the spirits were like some sort of boat crew, and all he had to do was whistle and they’d come running. Poddy glanced out the helm porthole. “Look, sir, there’s a dolphin! Maybe it’s the spirit of Lin Lin! Maybe she’s going to show you the boxes!” Sharkey sighed in a long-suffering sort of way. “Lin Lin talks to me when it suits her, Poddy. So does First Adm’ral Cray—” The younger children bobbed their
people wallowed in them, instead of dedicating themselves to purity and discipline. But this man was worse than ignorant. He shouted and swore and smiled and frowned all in one sentence. “Maybe you’re not sure of us; is that it?” he cried. “Well, the feeling’s mutual; we’re not sure of you either, and we won’t be, until you give us a bit more information. You see, I can smell intrigue five decks away”—he tapped the side of his nose, his eyes hard—“and you reek of it. Intrigue and plots—”