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Taschenbuch

Erscheinungsdatum

15.06.2021

Verlag

Penguin Random House

Seitenzahl

368

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This is a beautiful, powerful, important book, and I hugely recommend it. Seanan McGuire, New York Times bestselling author of The Unkindest Tide
  
  The Year of the Witching is a dark wood ready to swallow you whole with its tense stakes and beguiling prose. Henderson takes witchcraft to its very depths, unraveling the horrific nightmares of bone-deep ideology and devastating oppression. Dhonielle Clayton, New York Times bestselling author of The Belles series
 
A haunting, unique read I couldn't put down a story that cuts to the heart. Tamora Pierce, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Tempests and Slaughter

The Year of the Witching tells a universal, timeless story about women's power. O, The Oprah Magazine

"Has a classic setup but updates the olde puritanical tale to deal with issues of racism and sexism."--The Washington Post

Unique and haunting. Ms. Magazine 

The Year of the Witching is a very, very good book. It s unsettling and horrifying, beautiful and incisive, and ultimately, radiantly triumphant I was torn between wanting to tear through the chapters as fast as possible to see how things resolved and savoring every sentence. Smart Bitches, Trashy Books

The Year of the Witching is Alexis Henderson s debut novel, but you d never know it.... The story is enchanting, enticing, enthralling, enigmatic. Tor.com

"A thrillingly brisk and bracing tale of magic and power, I loved this book. It takes the best tropes of horror and witchcraft and gives them a refreshingly feminist twist." S.A. Chakraborty, National bestselling author of The Daevabad Trilogy
 
"A dark, dramatic tale of oppression and rebellion, ideology and morality, with a complicated, appealing protagonist caught in a Handmaid's Tale nightmare. - Louisa Morgan, Author of The Age of Witches
 
"A masterfully eerie, feminist story that binds itself to the reader s mind and won t let go." - Shea Ernshaw, New York Times bestselling author of The Wicked Deep
 
  Creepy, compelling, and compulsively readable blends the terror of the supernatural with the all-too-recognizable human evils of power and dogma.   Fonda Lee, Award-winning author of the Green Bone Saga 
 
Bone-chilling and breathtakingly beautiful storytelling at its finest." Rena Barron, author of Kingdom of Souls
 
A brutal tale of religion, witchcraft, & patriarchy. The perfect read for fans of The Handmaid s Tale.    amanda lovelace, National bestselling author of the princess saves herself in this one
 
This book will haunt your dreams. Christina Henry, National Bestselling author of Alice and The Ghost Tree

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Taschenbuch

Erscheinungsdatum

15.06.2021

Verlag

Penguin Random House

Seitenzahl

368

Maße (L/B/H)

20,7/13,6/2,6 cm

Gewicht

321 g

Sprache

Englisch

ISBN

978-0-593-09961-2

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New Blood for old blood.

Bewertung am 11.10.2021

Bewertungsnummer: 1586308

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The book immediately bond me in through the harsh and icy conditions of this village ... I could hardly get away from it. The protagonist tries to keep the damage low - contrary to her experience and knowledge - stands up FOR the people who actually judged and hated her (& according to the witches deserved more than suffering). Not only Immanuelles but also other characters grow and change with the story. This creates some surprises and in some cases emotional victories for the readership. Friendships, caregivers and conflicts are mutually dependent and provide exciting and sometimes frightening moments. !! Trigger points that appear here are definitely: physical violence, torture, misogyny and racism. Ezra is one of my favorite developing side-characters. A complex, magical-histric book about an albeit uninvited heroine.
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New Blood for old blood.

Bewertung am 11.10.2021
Bewertungsnummer: 1586308
Bewertet: Buch (Taschenbuch)

The book immediately bond me in through the harsh and icy conditions of this village ... I could hardly get away from it. The protagonist tries to keep the damage low - contrary to her experience and knowledge - stands up FOR the people who actually judged and hated her (& according to the witches deserved more than suffering). Not only Immanuelles but also other characters grow and change with the story. This creates some surprises and in some cases emotional victories for the readership. Friendships, caregivers and conflicts are mutually dependent and provide exciting and sometimes frightening moments. !! Trigger points that appear here are definitely: physical violence, torture, misogyny and racism. Ezra is one of my favorite developing side-characters. A complex, magical-histric book about an albeit uninvited heroine.

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Chapter One

 

From the light came the Father. From the darkness, the Mother. That is both the beginning and the end.

 

-The Holy Scriptures

 

Immanuelle Moore knelt at the foot of the altar, palms pressed together in prayer, mouth open. Above her, the Prophet loomed in robes of black velvet, his head shaved bristly, his bloodied hands outstretched.

 

She peered up at him-tracing the path of the long, jagged scar that carved down the side of his neck-and thought of her mother.

 

In a fluid motion, the Prophet turned from her, robes rustling as he faced the altar, where a lamb lay gutted. He put a hand to its head, then slipped his fingers deep into the wound. As he turned to face Immanuelle again, blood trickled down his wrist and disappeared into the shadows of his sleeve, a few of the droplets falling to the stained floorboards at his feet. He painted her with the blood, his fingers warm and firm as they trailed from the dip of her upper lip down to her chin. He lingered for a moment, as if to catch his breath, and when he spoke his voice was ragged. "Blood of the flock."

 

Immanuelle licked it away, tasting brine and iron as she pressed to her feet. "For the glory of the Father."

 

On her way back to her pew, she was careful not to spare a glance at the lamb. An offering from her grandfather's flock, she'd brought it as a tribute the night before, when the cathedral was empty and dark. She had not witnessed the slaughter; she'd excused herself and retreated outside long before the apostles raised their blades. But she'd heard it, the prayers and murmurs drowned out by the cries of the lamb, like those of a newborn baby.

 

Immanuelle watched as the rest of her family moved through the procession, each of them receiving the blood in turn. Her sister Glory went first, dipping to her knees and obliging the Prophet with a smile. Glory's mother Anna, the younger of the two Moore wives, took the blessing in a hurry, herding her other daughter, Honor, who licked the blood off her lips like it was honey. Lastly, Martha, the first wife and Immanuelle's grandmother, accepted the Prophet's blessing with her arms raised, fingers shaking, her body seized by the power of the Father's light.

 

Immanuelle wished she could feel the way her grandmother did, but sitting there in the pew, all she felt was the residual warmth of the lamb's blood on her lips and the incessant drone of her heartbeat. No angels roosted at her shoulders. No spirit or god stirred in her.

 

When the last of the congregation was seated, the Prophet raised his arms to the rafters and began to pray. "Father, we come to Thee as servants and followers eager to do Thy work."

 

Immanuelle quickly bowed her head and squeezed her eyes shut.

 

"There may be those among us who are distant from the faith of our ancestors, numb to the Father's touch and deaf to His voice. On their behalves, I pray for His mercy. I ask that they find solace not in the Mother's darkness but in the light of the Father."

 

At that, Immanuelle cracked one eye open, and for a moment, she could have sworn the Prophet's gaze was on her. His eyes were wide open at the height of his prayer, staring at her in the gaps between bowed heads and shaking shoulders. Their eyes met, and his flicked away. "May the Father's kingdom reign."

 

The Prophet's flock spoke as one: "Now and forevermore."

 

 

Immanuelle lay by the riverÕs edge with her friend, Leah, shoulder to shoulder, both of them drunk off the warmth of the midday sun. Yards away, the rest of the congregation gathered in fellowship. For most, the shadow of the Sabbath slaughter had already faded to a distant memory. All was peaceful and the congregation was content to abide in that.

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