The Laws of the Skies

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The boy threw himself on the plant, commonly called February daphne, the botanical name of which is Daphne mezereum.

Additionally, a few readers have mentioned being bored with the narrative, expressing disappointment for the absence of a compelling storyline. Instead, they find it to be more of a descriptive text focused on gruesome details of the characters’ deaths, which may affect the overall enjoyment for some. Diving into the world of “The Laws of the Skies”, readers will appreciate the concise language that delivers an engaging story, maintaining their interest throughout. While a fantastic read, some may find the dark themes unsettling; however, it adds to the overall immersive experience, making it a title one shouldn’t miss. Publication Date and Print Length I have no idea why these names are so peculiar for towns. Trying to translate them only offered that clocher means “bell tower” in English. Can anyone with French knowledge help? Courtois’ new forest noir of children gone missing in the woods evokes myth, fairytale, and nightmare. The Laws of the Skiesbegins when a school trip to explore nature leaves a number of students stranded with a murderer, and only gets stranger from there. Also this one wins oddest comparison blurb -- the publisher describes this book as ‘Winnie-the-Pooh meets the Blair Witch Project.’ In other words, irresistible!” – CrimeReads, "May's Best International Crime Fiction" The two boys couldn't hear their friend anymore, not her voice or even the splashing they had been able to make out just two minutes earlier, but that had given way to the terrible silence of water that no wind stirred. Nathan and Louis shouted, and shouted, even more fervently because they realized what had happened. They shouted to prolong the moment when they were both pretending to have hope, as if the sound of the desperate splashing of their friend's arms and legs as she drowned hadn't reached them, as if her little voice, filled with water and tears, had not called out "Mommy" a few metres in front of them, just a few metres, but still too far for them to come to her aid. They shouted to try to shed as much of their responsibility for the tragedy as they could, shouted to externalize the guilt that filled them.

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Birds have always flown,' the seagull continued, 'and they have always been the masters of the air. We let insects fly so we can eat them without having to land.'" Bilberries, or occasionally European blueberries, are a primarily Eurasian species of low-growing shrubs in the genus Vaccinium, bearing edible, dark blue berries. What do you mean, you don't know?' the old seagull said, scolding. 'You went to all the trouble of joining us to the air. It took you so long to become the first and only flying mammal. Now you can fly, we won't deny it, but you have to learn the laws.'

Actually, that's not entirely true. There was one scene I did admire, in which all the children, scattered in the forest, deep in fear, raise a collective, primal call for their mothers. This I did believe, this chilled me to the bone. Law number three,' said the gulls, the albatrosses, the sparrows, the crows, and all the other scary winged creatures, their circle gradually closing around their prey. Trying surreptitiously to free his paw, the mouse spluttered and, gripped by a sinister feeling, didn't quite know what to answer.Jade approached Hugo, who was fretting and motionless, while Lilou, Raphael, and Mathis grabbed handfuls of red berries and stuffed them into their mouths, chewing and smiling a smile sometimes twisted by the sourness of the fruit. No sooner was the sentence out of her mouth than she believed it. In her memory, she had created the story of the fight, the difficulty she had defeating the abominable creature, its noxious smell, its disgusting buboes that when pierced seeped their curdled pus, all concrete elements of this heroic confrontation, which she was now convinced had taken place. And seeing the conviction in his friend's blue eyes, Nathan had a moment of doubt, prattled on for another moment, said, "Ah?" and then nothing more, which meant that he believed her, just as she had begun to believe her fairy tale, because, on the damp soil of the Morvan forest, eyes recently filled with the blood and terror spurting from their teacher's shattered skull, anything could be believed. It was believable before, and even more so now. And yes, Nathan allowed, trolls exist, and my friend Océane has killed one, and if I want to survive this night and the monsters that inhabit it and maybe even the nights that follow, I would be better off at her side and I shouldn't annoy her. We're lost, we don't know where, it's dark, it's night, ti's cold, animals are prowling, as are things we are too little to have learned the names of, so yes, Océane is a little girl, but she is a little girl who can hunt trolls and, more importantly, who is not scared, who is so strong, confident, and so pretty too, has been so pretty for so long. Why, for so long, has she not understood that I, Nathan, like her and want to hold her in my arms and kiss her and most of all, yes, most of all, I want her to want nothing more than to be near me, for me to be near her, for her to talk to me and want me to talk to her too. So yes, okay, you're right, you must be right, you're the one who decides, Océane, you are the troll hunter, and if you say we go this way, then that's the way we will go. Meanwhile, the children are having dinner and getting a really weird bedtime story from their supposedly oh so pacifist teacher. In fact, the story is so bad that all hell breaks loose and the dying begins. There is merit to writing the disgusting well, to writing what most would call poor taste. This does not mean everyone should read it. This is an extremely acquired taste. Proceed with caution. Don’t give as a gift, but seek it out if this review has caught your interest.