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Book Review: This Dark Endeavour by Kenneth Oppel

Award-winning author Kenneth Oppel creates a spellbinding prequel to Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. Check out Kidzworld’s book review of This Dark Endeavour.

The Dark Library

In Victor Frankenstein’s teenage years, before he created his infamous monster, he lived with his parents, younger siblings, twin brother Konrad, and beautiful cousin Elizabeth. Victor felt outshined by his twin in every way, and he always strived for attention. When he, Konrad and Elizabeth discover the Dark Library hidden in a secret passage, Victor’s interest is piqued. He finds all kinds of old books, most pertaining to the illegal practice of alchemy.

The Elixir of Life

When Konrad becomes ill and no doctors are able to cure him, Victor takes it upon himself to search for the Elixir of Life. He, Elizabeth and their friend Henry seek out a retired alchemist named Julius Polidori who’s had success with this elixir before. When he agrees to help, the wheelchair-bound alchemist gives the teenagers three ingredients to collect. But the manner of collecting them is not easy, and nearly costs them their lives.

Envy

Meanwhile, Victor begins to develop feelings for Elizabeth, only to discover that Konrad has already claimed her heart. Even on his deathbed, Konrad outshines him in love, in sport and in manner. So what is Victor’s real intention in curing him: brotherly love or a hero’s fame?

The Bottom Line

This Dark Endeavour is a rich, dramatic novel filled with love, jealousy and betrayal. Kenneth Oppel paints Victor as an anti-hero, whose jealousy plays a big part in turning him over to the dark side. Each character is very distinct and likable (or hateable, whenever that was the author’s intention). Even though this book is targeted at a teen audience, we recommend it for the middle grades as well! Happy reading!

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(So, along with being a fanfiction of  The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time , this story is an attempt at a [character] x reader thing, with Duana representing the reader. It'll be Sheik x reader, but... well, you'll see how it works in the story. There'll be plenty of action and people-hitting to go 'round during it, and the buildup to the ship will be gradual. I promise that things that happen in parts 1-3 aren't necessarily terrible attempts at showing affection. I'm not sure how long it'll go, but it'll have at least ten parts of varying length. At the moment, I have four parts done, but I'll not be posting twice in a day. Feel free to voice any ideas or opinions through comments/PM! If you don't like it, I'd appreciate  constructive criticism , not a rant. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the story!) Part One A Man and a Lyre [Image courtesy of some random person on the Internet. Taken from Google Images.] Duana’s eyes snapped open. A forest. But her last memory was… of being cut into by a Thief's scimitar and falling… in the desert . Was this death? She grunted; attempted getting up. Failed. The nausea finally registered, and the trees spun about her vision. But she couldn’t go unconscious. The king’s forces could be anywhere. Duana would be easy pickings if she was unconscious and they happened to stumble upon her. A second attempt at rising succeeded, and she tightly gripped a tree, sagging against it as the spinning intensified, and she nearly vomited. Slowly, it faded, and she became alert again. She stood upright, looking around; scanning for signs of movement. Her sharp, red eyes at first saw nothing, then noticed a slight trembling of some undergrowth. Duana tensed, but knew she wouldn’t put up much of a fight--regardless of whether she actually fought or decided to run. Promptly, the swaying increased, and then the bushes parted… and a figure came into sight, heading straight towards Duana… ...with the red eye and tear on the navy blue tunic he wore. His eyes were also red, and his ears were pointed. The symbol was the symbol of Duana’s own race; a people trained in shadow and dedicated to protecting the royal family as well as their country, but who had failed miserably in it. Duana gasped in relief, releasing the tension. “I was so paranoid that you were someone working for Ganondorf….” The young man, a fellow Sheikah, tilted his head and frowned. “Ganondorf? He was exiled two decades ago.” “Wha…?” “Nabooru, Sage of Spirit, is now temporarily serving as the Gerudo queen until the next male is born. How do you not know this?” “I….” He peered at her. “What tribe are you from?” “Kakariko.” For a few seconds, he remained staring silently, his face unreadable. “What is your name? And who is your father?” “Duana. My father is Alechjo.” “Alechjo… he doesn’t have a daughter named Duana.” “What… what tribe are you from, then? What is your name?” He paused, drawing himself from thought. “Sheik, son of Geron, of Kakariko. You seem discombobulated. Are you alright?” Duana smiled. Her lips parted to say something, but another wave of nausea slammed into her. It felt like a punch, and she lurched, but the tree kept her upright. “I’m sure you’re not alright,” Sheik firmly said. As he dug through a pouch on his belt, Duana then noticed the lyre peeking around him, held in place on his back by a leather strap running across his chest in a diagonal line. Some of his blond hair escaped a ponytail a few inches long, hanging around his face as it was bent to see inside the pouch.
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