The Raven’s Knot
Robin Jarvis
Timely reissue of the classic fantasy trilogy by Robin Jarvis, following on from the landmark publication of DANCING JAX, his first novel in a decade.In a grimy alley in the East End of London stands the Wyrd Museum, cared for by the strange Webster sisters – the scene of even stranger events.Brought out of the past, elfin-like Edie Dorkins must now help the Websters to protect their age-old secret. For outside the museum’s enchanted walls, a nightmarish army is gathering in the mystical town of Glastonbury, bent on destroying the sisters and their ancient power once and for all…Revisit the chilling, fantastical world of the Wyrd Museum in this sequel to The Woven Path.
THE RAVEN’S KNOT
Robin Jarvis
Dedication
Tales from the Wyrd Museum Trilogy
The Woven Path The Raven’s Knot The Fatal Strand
For Young Adult readers:
Dancing Jax
Contents
Cover (#u75f343ae-6b07-548b-82c1-fca3362763a4)
Title Page (#u1fbe25ac-ec05-565e-99a0-603f59009b8c)
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1 - Out of the Blackout
Chapter 2 - The Chamber of Nirinel
Chapter 3 - Thought and Memory
Chapter 4 - The Lord of the Dance
Chapter 5 - Jam and Pancakes
Chapter 6 - The Crow Doll
Chapter 7 - In the Shadow of the Enemy
Chapter 8 - Aidan
Chapter 9 - Spectres and Aliens
Chapter 10 - Valediction
Chapter 11 - Deceit and Larceny
Chapter 12 - Riding the Night
Chapter 13 - Memory Forgotten
Chapter 14 - Missing the Dawn
Chapter 15 - Drowning in Legends
Chapter 16 - Two Lost Souls
Chapter 17 - Skögul
Chapter 18 - Charred Embers
Chapter 19 - Verdandi
Chapter 20 - The Crimson Weft
Chapter 21 - Hlökk
Chapter 22 - The Tomb of the Hermit
Chapter 23 - The Gathering
Chapter 24 - Within the Frozen Pool
Chapter 25 - Battle of the Thorn
Chapter 26 - Dejected and Downcast
Chapter 27 - The Property of Longinus
Chapter 28 - Blood on the Tor
Epilogue
Copyright
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Prologue
Five miles outside Glastonbury
2.58 am
Brindled with bitter, biting frost, the plough-churned soil of the Somerset levels was bare and black. Hammered upon winter’s icy forge, the earthen furrows were iron hard – unyielding as the great cold which flooded the moonless dark.
Deep and chill were the silent shadows that filled those expansive fields. As sombre lakes of brooding gloom they appeared, pressing and pushing against the bordering hedgerows. Through those twisted, naked branches the unrelenting hoary darkness spilled and the night was drowned in a black, freezing murk that no glimmer of star could penetrate.