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Howl's Moving Castle is a fantasy novel by British author Diana Wynne Jones, first published in by Greenwillow Books of New York. Howl's moving castle. byJones, Diana Wynne. Publication date For print- disabled users. Borrow this book to access EPUB and PDF files. From the Godmother of Fantasy, Diana Wynne Jones, discover the land of Ingary, where magic and adventure awaits In the land of Ingary, where seven league.
Diana Wynne Jones's entrancing fantasy is filled with surprises at every turn, but when the final stormy duel between the Witch and the Wizard is finished, all the pieces fall magically into place. Title: Castle in the Air Howl 2 Released: Synopsis Abdullah the rug merchant leaves his humdrum life far behind when he downloads a threadbare magic carpet from a mysterious stranger. Almost immediately, Abdullah is whisked off on a series of adventures that bear an uncanny resemblance to his own daydreams.
He meets the love of his life only to have her kidnapped by a fierce djinn. With the help of the magic carpet--and an ornery genie--Abdullah sets out to rescue his bride-to-be.
His travels take him to the fairy tale land of Ingary, the setting of this novel's predecessor, Howl's Moving Castle. As usual, Jones has constructed a wonderfully complicated plot, chock-full of magical mayhem. However, while her other interconnected novels Charmed Life , The Magicians of Caprona and The Lives of Christopher Chant can be read on their own, the final third of Abdullah's story is likely to confuse readers not already acquainted with the characters introduced in the first book.
Those familiar with Ingary will welcome the chance to return and catch up on the doings of its exuberant inhabitants. Looking after Great-Uncle William's tiny cottage while he's ill should have been easy.
The wind was also sharper. She looked up blurrily. Black smoke was blowing up in clouds from behind itsblack battlements. It looked tall and thin and heavy and ugly and verysinister indeed.
Sophie leaned on her stick and watched it. She wasnot particularly frightened. She wondered how it moved. But the mainthing in her mind was that all that smoke must mean a large firesidesomewhere inside those tall black walls.
He only takes young girls. The castle obediently came to a rumbling, grinding halt about fiftyfeet uphill from her. Sophie felt rather gratified as she hobbled towardit.
The castle was uglier that ever close to. It was far too tall for its height and not a veryregular shape. As far as Sophie could see in the growing darkness, itas built of huge black blocks, like coal, and, like coal, these blockswere all different shapes and sizes. Chill breathed off these blocks asshe got closer, but that failed to frighten Sophie at all.
She justthought of chairs and firesides and stretched her hand out eagerly tothe door. Her hand could not come near it. Some invisible wall stopped herhand about a foot from the door. Sophie prodded at it with an irritablefinger. When that made no difference, she prodded with her stick. The wall seemed to be all over the door from as high as her stickcould reach, and right down to the heather sticking out from underthe doorstep.
That made no difference to the wall.
But she could not get around the corner. Theinvisible wall stopped her again as soon as she was level with theirregular black cornerstones.
There was no barrier there. She turned that corner and came hobbling eagerly towards the second big black doorin the middle of that side of the castle.
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There was a barrier over that door too. Sophie glowered at it. Black smoke blew down form the battlements in clouds.
Now she was angry. She was old, frail, chilly, and aching allover. Night was coming on and the castle just sat and blew smoke ather. There was not barrier there-evidently you had to goaround the castle clockwise-but there, bit sideways in the next wall,was a third door. This one was much smaller and shabbier. The castle started to move again as Sophie got near the back door. The ground shook. The wall shuddered and creaked, and the doorstarted to travel sideways from her.
She ran after the door and hit itviolently with her stick. The door sprang open inward, still moving sideways. Sophie, byhobbling furiously, managed to get one foot up on its doorstep. Thenshe hopped and scrambled and hopped again, while the great blackblocks round the door jolted and crunched as the castle gatheredspeed over the uneven hillside. Sophie did not wonder the castle had alopsided look. The marvel was that it did not fall apart on the spot.
She had to drop her stick and hang on to the opendoor in order not to be jolted straight out again. When she began to get her breath, she realized there was a personstanding in front of her, holding the door too. He was a head tallerthan Sophie, but she could see he was the merest child, only a littleolder than Martha.
And he seemed to be trying to shut the door on herand push her out of the warm, lamplit, low-beamed room beyond him,into the night again. Therewere a number of probably wizardly things hanging from the beams-strings of onions, bunches of herbs, and bundles of strange roots. There were also definitely wizardly things, like leather books, crookedbottles, and an old, brown, grinning human skull.
On the other side ofthe boy was a fireplace with a small fire burning in the grate. It was amuch smaller fire than all the smoke outside suggested, but then thiswas obviously only a back room in the castle. Much more importantto Sophie, this fire had reached the glowing rosy stage, with little blueflames dancing on the logs, and placed beside it in the warmestposition was a low chair with a cushion on it. Sophie pushed the boy aside and dived for that chair. It was bliss. The fire warmed her aches and the chair supported her back and sheknew that if anyone wanted to turn her out now, they were going tohave to use extreme and violent magic to do it.
The boy shut the door. Sophie realized that there was nowno sign at all that the castle was moving across the hillside: not eventhe ghost of a rumble or the tiniest shaking. How odd! Can I help you instead? It was probablytrue too. He hovered over her a little helplessly. To make it plain to him thatshe had no intention of being turned out by a mere boy apprentice,Sophie closed her eyes and pretended to go to sleep. Since thiswas exactly what Sophie wanted, she pretended not to hear.
In fact,she almost certainly fell into a swift doze. She was so tired from allthat walking. After a moment Michael gave her up and went back tothe work he was doing at the workbench where the lamp stood. Since Howl was such awicked man, it probably served him right to be imposed upon. Butshe intended to be well away from here by the time Howl came backand raised objections. She looked sleepily and slyly across at theapprentice.
It rather surprised her to find him such a nice, polite boy. After all, she had forced her way in quite rudely and Michael had notcomplained at all. Perhaps Howl kept him in abject servility. ButMichael did not look servile.
He was a tall, dark boy with a pleasant,open sort of face, and he was most respectably dressed. In fact, ifSophie had not seen him at that moment carefully pouring green fluidout of a crooked flask onto black powder in a bent glass jar, she wouldhave taken him for the son of a prosperous farmer.
Still, things were bound to be odd where wizards were concerned,Sophie thought. And this kitchen, or workshop, was beautifully cozyand very peaceful. Sophie went properly to sleep and snored. She didnot wake up when there came a flash and a muted bang form theworkbench, followed by a hurriedly bitten-off swear word fromMichael.
She did not wake when Michael, sucking his burned fingers,put the spell aside for the night and fetched bread and cheese out ofthe closet. Then he put a log on the fire with equal politeness and went away tobed somewhere overhead. In the middle of the night Sophie was woken by someone snoring. She jumped upright, rather irritated to discover that she was the onewho had been snoring.
It seemed to her that she had only dropped offfor a second or so, but Michael seemed to have vanished in thoseseconds, taking the light with him. And he had left thefire very low. It was giving out irritating hissings and poppings. She shivered and cranked her stiff old neck around, but there was onlydarkness behind her.
Her cracked voice seemed to make no more noise than the cracklingof the fire. Sophie was surprised. She had expected it to echo throughthe vaults of the castle. Still, there was a basket of logs beside her.
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Shestretched out a creaking arm and heaved a log on the fire, which senta spray of green and blue sparks flying through the chimney.
Sheheaved on a second log and sat back, not without a nervous look or sobehind her, where the blue-purple light form the fire was dancing overthe polished brown bone of the skull. The room was quite small. There was no one in it but Sophie and the skull. She turned back to the fire, which was now flaring up intoblue and green flames.
She settled herself more comfortably, putting her knobbyfeet on the fender and her head into a corner of the chair, where shecould stare into the colored flames, and began dreamily consideringwhat she ought to do in the morning. But she was sidetracked a littleby imagining a face in the flames.
But those curlygreen flames on top are most definitely your hair. Wizards can lift spells, I suppose. And thosepurple flames near the bottom make the mouth- you have savageteeth, my friend. It was definitely the fire that spoke. Sophie saw its purple mouthmove as the words came.
Its voice was nearly as cracked as her own,full of the spitting and whining of burning wood. It had a distinctlycunning look as it made this proposal. Everything she had readshowed the extreme danger of making a bargain with a demon. Andthere was no doubt that this one did look extraordinarily evil.
Thoselong purple teeth. That spell had shortened your life by about sixtyyears, if I am any judge of such things. It made quite a difference. Its voice took on a bit of a whine again. I have to maintainthe castle and keep it moving and do all the special effects that scarepeople off, as well as anything else Howl wants. On the otherhand, the demon was probably quite as wicked. She thought of herself making hats for Fanny while Fannywent gadding.
How do I break it? The orange eyes glinted at her and looked away. Part of thecontract is that neither the Wizard nor I can say what the main clauseis. She opened her mouth to tellthe demon that it could sit in the fireplace until Doomsday in thatcase. The demon realized she was going to. Iimplore you to try. And I do keep my word.
Sophieagain felt a great deal of sympathy. Now find an excuse. It thought aloud, in a little crackling, flickering murmur, whichreminded Sophie rather of the way she had talked to her stick whenshe walked here. And it blazed while it thought with such a gladpowerful roaring that she dozed again.
She thought the demon didmake a few suggestions. The demon at length fell to singing a gentle,flickering little song. Sophie fell into a deepsleep, with a slight suspicion that she was being bewitched now, aswell as beguiled, but it did not bother her particularly. She would befree of the spell soon….. Since Sophie remembered no windows a t all in the castle, her first notion was that she had fallen asleep trimming hatsand dreamed of leaving home.
The fire in front of her had sunk to rosycharcoal and white ash, which convinced her that she had certainlydreamed there was a fire demon. But her very first movements toldher that there were some things she had not dreamed. There weresharp cracks from all over her body.
She put her knobby hands to her face and feltwrinkles. At that, she discovered she had been in a state of shock allyesterday.
She was very angry indeed with the Witch of the Waste fordoing this to her, hugely, enormously angry.
It was above the workbench. To her utter astonishment, the view from it was a view of a docksidetown. She could see a sloping, unpaved street, lined with small, ratherpoor-looking houses, and masts sticking up beyond the roofs. Beyondthe masts she caught a glimmer of the sea, which was something shehad never seen in her life before. It was quite a small room, with heavy black beams in the ceiling.
Bydaylight it was amazingly dirty. The stones of the floor were stainedand greasy, ash was piled within the fender, and cobwebs hung industy droops from the beams. There was a layer of dust on the skull. Sophie absently wiped it off as she went to peer into the sink besidethe workbench. She shuddered at the pink-and-gray slime in it andthe white slime dripping from the pump above it. Howl obviously didnot care what squalor his servants lived in. The rest of the castle seemed to be beyond one or the other of thefour low black doors around the room.
Sophie opened the nearest, inthe end wall beyond the bench. There was a large bathroom beyondit.
In some ways it was a bathroom you might find normally only in apalace, full of luxuries such as an indoor toilet, a shower stall, animmense bath with clawed feet, and mirrors on every wall.
But it waseven dirtier than the other room. Sophie winced form the toilet,flinched at the color of the bath, recoiled form the green weedgrowing in the shower, and quite easily avoided looking at hershriveled shape in the mirrors because the glass was plastered withblobs and runnels of nameless substances. The nameless substancesthemselves were crowded onto a very large shelf over the bath.
Theywere in jars, boxes, tubes, and hundreds of tattered brown packetsand paper bags.
The biggest jar had a name. Sophie was not sure whether there shouldbe a D in that or not. She picked up a packet at random. It had SKINscrawled on it, and she put it back hurriedly. Another jar said EYES inthe same scrawl. Water ran into the basin when she turned a blue-greenknob that might have been brass and washed some of the decay away.
She dried the water with her skirt and then set off to the next blackdoor. That one opened onto a flight of rickety wooden stairs, Sophie heardsomeone move up there and shut the door hurriedly. It seemed only tolead to a sort of loft anyway.
She hobbled to the next door. By now shewas moving quite easily. She was a hale old woman, as she discoveredyesterday. The third door opened onto a poky backyard with high brick walls. Itcontained a big stack of logs, and higgledy-piggledy heaps of what seemed to be scrap iron, wheels, buckets, metal sheeting, wire,mounded almost to the tops of the walls.
Sophie shut that door too,rather puzzled, because it did not seem to match the castle at all. There was no castle to be seen above the brick walls. They ended atthe sky.
Sophie could only think that this part was the round sidewhere the invisible wall had stopped her the night before. She opened the fourth door and it was just a broom cupboard, withtwo fine but dusty velvet cloaks hanging on the brooms. Sophie shut itagain, slowly.
The only other door was in the wall with the window,and that was the door she had come in by last night. She hobbled overand cautiously opened that. She stood for a moment looking out at a slowly moving view of thehills, watching heather slide past underneath the door, feeling thewind blow her wispy hair, and listening to the rumble and grind of thebig black stones as the castle moved. Then she shut the door andwent to the window. And there was the seaport town again.
It was nopicture. A woman had opened a door opposite and was sweeping dustinto the street. Behind that house a grayish canvas sail was going up amast in brisk jerks, disturbing a flock of seagulls into flying round andround against the glimmering sea.
Then, because thefire looked almost out, she went and put on a couple of logs and rakedaway some of the ash. Green flames climbed between the logs, small and curly, and shot upinto a long blue face with flaming green hair.
Sophie was not much given to crying, butshe said in the chair for quite a while staring at a blurred and slidingfire demon, and did not pay much attention to the sounds of Michaelgetting up, until she found him standing beside her, lookingembarrassed and a little exasperated. But it was just as the Witch had said and the fire demon had guessed.
Would youlike some breakfast? After onlybread and cheese at lunchtime yesterday, she was ravenous. What about a hot drink as well? He flickered back at herwickedly. Bend down your head. Sophie slapped slices of bacon into the pan. It was good and hot. Thebacon sizzled, and she had to wrap her skirt round her hand to holdthe handle.
The door opened, but she did not notice because of thesizzling. Sophie turned round at that, rather hurriedly. She stared. Advanced embedding details, examples, and help! Publication date Topics Fantasy. Publisher New York: Greenwillow Books. Collection inlibrary ; printdisabled ; internetarchivebooks ; delawarecountydistrictlibrary ; china ; americana.
Digitizing sponsor Internet Archive. Contributor Internet Archive. Language English. Eldest of three sisters in a land where it is considered to be a misfortune, Sophie is resigned to her fate as a hat shop apprentice until a witch turns her into an old woman and she finds herself in the castle of the greatly feared wizard Howl.
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Bookplateleaf Boxid IA City New York. Donor bostonpubliclibrary.Contributor Internet Archive. She looked up blurrily. It then appeared that Mr. Castle i the Air Castle 2 Goodreads rating: 3. Behind that house a grayish canvas sail was going up amast in brisk jerks, disturbing a flock of seagulls into flying round andround against the glimmering sea. The lady looked at it with contempt. But those curlygreen flames on top are most definitely your hair.