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Jango Book Two of the Noble Warriors [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books
  • Author:  Nicholson, William
  • Author:  Nicholson, William
  • ISBN-10:  0152061606
  • ISBN-10:  0152061606
  • ISBN-13:  9780152061609
  • ISBN-13:  9780152061609
  • Publisher:  HMH Books for Young Readers
  • Publisher:  HMH Books for Young Readers
  • Pages:  432
  • Pages:  432
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2008
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2008
  • SKU:  0152061606-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  0152061606-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 100214435
  • List Price: $25.95
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Seeker, Morning Star, and the Wildman return in this gripping sequel toSeekerand discover that the mysterious warrior sect they were so desperate to join is not what it appeared to be. Deeply disillusioned, the three escape and head off on quests they think are separate but soon become intertwined--and desperately life threatening. Fortunately, they have acquired the remarkable physical skills of the Noble Warriors, for they are certainly going to need them. The mighty warlord of the Orlan nation is gathering his forces and has vowed to destroy Anacrea--and everything and everyone that crosses his path. 
    
Includes a teaser to the third book in the sequence, Noman.
    
 
The second book in the Noble Warriors sequence from acclaimed writer William Nicholson
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The Secret Skill
 
SEEKER ADOPTED THE COMBAT STANCE KNOWN AS THE Tranquil Alert: feet a pace apart and flat on the ground, arms loose at his sides, head erect, balanced and steady. He softened the focus of his gaze so that his eyes became sensitive to the smallest movement. He calmed his breathing until his breaths were slow and even. For a single brief moment he attended to the feelings in his bare feet: the prick of grit on the worn pavers, the slickness of water on stone.
 A chill winter rain was falling steadily from the gray sky. It soaked into his hair and his tunic and formed puddles among the loose stones of the courtyard.
 He heard his teacher’s intake of breath and knew he was about to be given the first command. He exhaled a single long slow breath and slid into the attack stance called the Hammer and Nail. Two fingers of his right hand were the nail, tingling and still by his side. The entire combined force of his being, which his teachers called “l)