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Bridle the Wind [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Juvenile Fiction)
  • Author:  Aiken, Joan
  • Author:  Aiken, Joan
  • ISBN-10:  0152060588
  • ISBN-10:  0152060588
  • ISBN-13:  9780152060589
  • ISBN-13:  9780152060589
  • Publisher:  HMH Books for Young Readers
  • Publisher:  HMH Books for Young Readers
  • Pages:  352
  • Pages:  352
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2007
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2007
  • SKU:  0152060588-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  0152060588-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 100168912
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After visiting his family in England, Felix is on his way back to Spain when he's shipwrecked off the coast of France. He is taken in by monks to recover from his ordeal--but it soon becomes clear to him that he is actually being held prisoner. Felix encounters an injured boy, Juan, on the grounds of the monastery and saves him from death. The two boys escape and continue on to Spain together--but a gang is pursuing Juan, and the journey is more dangerous than they imagined.

The second book in an adventure trilogy set in the early nineteenth century

"Joan Aiken has outdone herself here . . . In its ambition, its invention, its maturity of vision and its verbal artistry,Bridle the Windputs most novels for adults to shame."--Washington Post Book World

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In which I am shipwrecked and lose my way and my memory; am privileged to witness a miraculous healing; find myself in some sort a prisoner, and resist the temptation to escape.
How wretched and grim is the sight of a seashore when a ship has been wrecked upon it! All across the flat white sand are strewn ragged portions of woodwork, wrenched and smashed by the waves, with splinters and pegs protruding like broken fingers; snapped masts and torn sails lie tossed here and there, barrels and chests bob in the rolling surf; all the careful craft and handiwork that go to build and furnish a vessel have been spoiled and destroyed with a fearful speed, perhaps even as quickly as I can write these words.
 Such were my thoughts while I dragged myself, wet and shivering, up the slope of some strand—I knew not whether French or Spanish, for our hooker had been blown far to the east from its intended port of San Sebastian, which lies close to the frontier. A wild January gale, severe even for the Bay of Biscay, had swept down upon us with hail and thunder, breaking our mainmast like a daffodil stalk, and whilelÓ$