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Halliwell-Horner, Geri

 
9780593623350: Rosie Frost and the Falcon Queen
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0593623355 ISBN 13: 9780593623350
Verlag: Philomel Books, 2024

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AN INSTANT GLOBAL BESTSELLER!

This sweeping adventure filled with a hidden island, family secrets, shocking betrayals, amazing music, and girl power, by iconic Spice Girl, songwriter and author Geri Halliwell-Horner is now in paperback!

It's time to find your power.

Suddenly orphaned and alone, Rosie Frost is sent to the mysterious Bloodstone Island—home not only to a school for extraordinary teens, but also a sanctuary for endangered species. There, Rosie confronts a menacing deputy headmaster, a group of mean kids intent on destroying her, and shocking family secrets. She also discovers that history can come to life in ways she never could have imagined. 

When the island itself comes under threat, Rosie knows she must enter and win the Falcon Queen games in a desperate bid to save it. 

But Rosie can't do it alone. She finds that believing in herself—and her friends—is the first step to finding the power she never knew she had.

Praise for Rosie Frost and the Falcon Queen:



"Readers will be bursting to visit Bloodstone Island, with its rare creatures and old secrets." —School Library Journal


"Exuberant, action-packed, and warmhearted." —Kirkus Reviews


"[A]n effervescent fantasy series." —Publishers Weekly

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Geri Halliwell-Horner is an accomplished singer, writer, producer, and actress who is widely recognized for her iconic place in British pop culture as an original member of the record-breaking girl group the Spice Girls. As Ginger Spice, Geri played a formative role in the band as they became one of the biggest-selling girl groups of all time. She is the successful author of the Ugenia Lavender book series in the UK and continues to work with the Royal Commonwealth to promote prospects through literacy to Commonwealth citizens. She was awarded an honorary doctorate of letters at Sheffield Hallam University and is an outspoken supporter of animals and an ambassador of the London Zoo. You can visit Geri Halliwell-Horner online at RosieFrostBooks.com or follow her on Instagram @GeriHalliwellHorner and on X @GeriHalliwell and on Facebook at Facebook.com/GeriHalliwell.

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Chapter One
Present day. Wednesday, November 30th. Late morning.


Why did being left out hurt so much? Rosie Frost had always felt like she didn’t belong. All her thirteen years it had been that way, and she didn’t know why.

She was sitting alone on the edge of the flimsy school table, her rucksack neatly tucked under her worn-­out old boots. Most of the other students were huddled together at the other end of the same long table. All of them packed together in the sterile classroom, under a low polystyrene-­squared ceiling and fluorescent lighting.

Rosie chewed on the end of her plastic pen, accidentally grinding it on her braces, which made a cracking sound louder than it should have.

“Oi, weirdo,” Simon called out. “What do gingers and extinct dinosaurs have in common?” The boy paused, then continued, “Not enough!”

The others around him laughed, and Rosie self-­consciously tucked her unruly ginger hair back down into the neck of her oversized hoodie. The giggling continued, longer than it normally would. She looked up. What was going on? And then she spotted the writing on the whiteboard.

Jane Eyre—­shut up u turd, same to u Rosie Frost—­no one likes a know-­it-­all

Rosie flinched. She never meant to be a know-­it-­all; she just found books interesting, and she couldn’t help it if she knew the answer when the teacher called on her. She certainly didn’t think she was clever in some extraordinary way, and she didn’t mean to make anyone else look bad, but somehow it always ended up that way.

“So who was it? Who was it?” stammered the teacher, Miss Metcalf, her clunky earrings jangling. “Which one of you wrote this?”

“Well, they have a point,” someone called out.

The spidery writing on the whiteboard seemed to scowl over the classroom.

“And where is my book? It was right here. Who took it?” Miss Metcalf demanded, folding her arms.

The late November rain lashed at the thin windows of the cold classroom, as though it was trying to point out the true culprit.

“I said, who wrote this filth, and who has my book?! That cost money, and this school has just had budget cuts.”

Still more giggles sounded from the other end of the table. Miss Metcalf sighed, scanning the room.

“It was Frost, that wannabe Hermione. It’s ’er,” called out a boy with a gruff voice, his red cap pulled down over his eyes as he nodded toward Rosie. “The weirdo wants the attention,” he taunted, straining to stretch his leg out and kick Rosie’s chair. 

If only I could stand up to these bullies, thought Rosie. She flinched, tempted to kick him back.

No, don’t do it.

Say nothing, do nothing—­silence is your shield. Keep calm; it’s your armor. Then you don’t have to apologize for the words you haven’t said, things you haven’t done, her mum always advised her.

Rosie really did feel like the odd one out here. Apart from one other person in her class, she was probably the only one who had bothered to do the homework. But she didn’t have the teacher’s book. She slowly placed her hand in her hoodie pocket, reaching for her phone, then looked down and sent a pineapple emoji.

This was her and her mum’s “Batman” code. A secret signal, her mum had called it. Just send me one whenever you need to, so no matter what happens, you’ll know someone’s got your back, she’d said. Long ago, apparently a pineapple was a symbol of friendship. (It was also both of their favorite pizza topping.)

Those bullies will make you stronger. People are just threatened by anyone different or smarter, her mum always reminded her, after every rubbish day at school. One time, Rosie had accidentally leaned on her phone and sent a succession of pineapples. Her mum had immediately turned up at the school with a worried look on her face, informing the teacher that Rosie had “an important dental appointment” that she’d forgotten about before. But Rosie was okay; it had just been a false alarm.

One day, when the time is right, you’ll go to an amazing school, for exceptional students. That’s where you belong. Once you’re there, none of this will matter. I promise, her mum had said.

Miss Metcalf looked at Rosie and raised her eyebrows, and right now, Rosie certainly didn’t feel exceptional. Rosie swallowed as she looked up at the words on the board, her mouth dry, then glanced at the other students. Who had taken the teacher’s book? It could have been Jayden, who hadn’t been able to answer Miss Metcalf’s questions yesterday about the chapters they were meant to have read. Or maybe Becky, who got called out for being on her phone during yesterday’s lesson. Rosie scanned the room to see if she could spot the book, but it didn’t seem to be anywhere.

Still silence, then a few murmurs and more sniggers came from the back.

“If no one owns up, then I shall have no choice but to hold the whole class back after school for detention.” 

Everyone groaned.

“And—­and—­I will ring your parents.” The room went quiet.

Miss Metcalf paced the room like a hawk eyeing its prey. “I want it back, now.”

“She’s the book thief,” Jayden called out, pointing at Rosie. “Just admit you did it. We know you’ve got it.”

“Yeah,” said Jayden’s best friend, Wayne, smug in his brand-­new trainers.

Rosie sent another pineapple emoji. No reply yet, though. Her mum was probably busy.

“Yeah, little girl, loser, trying to be all clever with her big words.” Connor, the third boy in their trio, kicked Rosie’s rucksack, and the contents spilled over the floor.

Miss Metcalf walked over toward Rosie. “Well?”

Rosie’s face went red. Wayne nodded down toward Rosie’s rucksack, directing Miss Metcalf to take a look. And there it was, on the floor. Miss Metcalf reached down and picked up her missing copy of Jane Eyre.

What?! No, it wasn’t me! Someone must have planted it—­it was a setup. Rosie’s eyes began to fill up, hot with tears.

She blinked. No crying, not here, not in front of this lot.

“Detention for ya,” sniggered Jayden.

Don’t let them get to you, she heard her mum’s voice in her head again. She swallowed hard. Never let them see your tears.

But she couldn’t take the blame for this. She had to be back home on time today, for her mum. Mum had been too quiet this morning, so Rosie knew that she needed her, and was expecting her, and Rosie had promised she’d pick up milk, and . . . and . . . 

Suddenly there was a knock on the window of the door. The school secretary entered, then whispered something to Miss Metcalf, whose face turned gray. She then looked down at Rosie, frowning as she listened to the secretary. Once they’d finished, Miss Metcalf cleared her throat and said, “Rosie Frost, would you please go to the head’s office immediately.”

What the . . . ?!!! But it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me! Rosie’s stomach tightened. She reached for her phone in her pocket; quickly looking down stealth-­like, she sent her mum another pineapple emoji.

Then she stood up, her chair scraping...

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Verlag
Philomel Books
Erscheinungsdatum
2024
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0593623355
ISBN 13 
9780593623350
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Anzahl der Seiten
480
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