Golak (The Deadlands Book 1)

She was so small and slight, and the many years of unrest and flight had left their mark on her face. But along with the frailty, there was a glow about her, which always softened his heart. His mother gently raised her eyebrows and Jonah smiled at her. No doubt about that! She leaned back yawning on the scratched bench. I mean, how would I have time for everything else if I was continually falling on my knees and thanking the Almighty? A single ray of sunlight cut through the overcast sky, found its way through the open shutter and lay itself momentarily around her face.

The clear light made the band of freckles over her nose stand out against her fair skin.

She ran her fingers vigorously through her hair, which gleamed auburn in the sunlight. She lifted up the thick mane and shook it from side to side, before again gathering it in a tight pony-tail and standing up. It had never occurred to Jonah before that she resembled the small, tough ponies that she was responsible for taking care of. They were indispensible when there were chestnuts to be harvested, stones to be moved or wood to be fetched for the rebuilding of the ruined houses in the village.

Have you seen a golak? Anyone can make a mistake. Their mother just gently shook her head and turned towards the table to clear away the plates. The pan with the mealy chestnut gruel was almost empty so she poured the remains out into the pig pail.

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Nothing goes to waste here, thought Jonah, as he went out into the grey, windy afternoon, where the sun had again disappeared behind the dense cloud cover. One day he exalts in learning new things and the next he is self-admonishing himself to be more like those around him. In fact, I think even the author got confused somewhere in the middle of the novel. Regardless, the author does do a good job of making us feel how hard and terrible the young man feels about himself and his place in the world. I felt his anguish and was truly sorry for him and especially his sister.

I wanted the boy to rail against his elders and his family for demanding that he be anything but himself. In a fit an anger over the loss of something special to him, he strikes out, sealing his fate as an outsider. Sep 05, Cameo rated it it was amazing. This is an amazing book!

It almost reaches the epic heights of the Warrior trilogy. As always Ottesens writing is amazing, without realizing it you get sucked in and before you know it, you feel like the main character is you! Even if it's a boy! You just feel the emotions running through Jonah. And it was actually kinda nice reading some sci-fi from her, most of her other books are located around year Don't be fooled, it is a very gloomy book, but oh so well-written. Jun 17, Louise Mundt rated it it was amazing Shelves: If the Vampire Diaries and other crappy teen books made me forget why it is I love young adult fantasy and science fiction, this book made me remember.

The main character is both interesting and likable and the supporting cast possibly even more so - like crazy old Ben who perhaps is not so crazy afterall, and the head of the village who is a scientist turned religious leader. I found the worldbuilding to be very well done and the story is very captivating. Apr 28, Peter Henrichsen rated it it was ok. Det er i hvert fald ikke sci-fi for drenge. May 15, Sabine rated it liked it Shelves: Jeg synes, at det er en ganske god bog. Indimellem var den lidt underlig og meget langtrukken. Apr 19, Xenia rated it liked it. But I never quit a book so I kept reading!

The rest was awesome! Nov 07, Maria Frandsen rated it it was ok Shelves: Sep 14, Freja Skov rated it it was ok. Ik' lige noget for mig!!! Sarah Falck rated it liked it Jan 31, Marie Nielsen rated it really liked it Sep 21, Frederikke rated it liked it Feb 21, EA rated it really liked it Dec 18, Laura Lissau rated it did not like it Jul 13, It was said they hardly ever paid for what they took. And in the great wastelands that were left after the Collapse, things were even worse.

He had once heard his father refer to these areas as the Deadlands. The soil and the water were poisonous, and only such sinister creatures as the golaks could survive there. He went quietly and steadily on with his work. When he got to the end of the field, he turned round and hacked his way through the next section until eventually he arrived back where he had started. At the other end of the plot he saw the silhouette of Mik, who had set to work there. He must have finished with afternoon prayers now, Jonah thought to himself, allowing his hoe to rest for a moment. He wiped the sweat from his brow.

Although there was a chill in the spring air, his back was already soaked. Mik worked quickly, bringing his hoe down rhythmically into the soil and jerking it back towards him. When they had been younger, Jonah had often been envious of his elder brother. Mik had had things easy, with his brown eyes and his shiny curls. When he smiled, one could only smile back. Now Mik was a strapping young man, though his legs were perhaps rather on the short side.

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He was stronger than most, and so respected that Jonah had more than once heard it said that he was an obvious candidate for the council of elders as soon as he had started a family and a place became available. Jonah lifted his hoe again and smiled wryly to himself. It was unlikely anyone would ever offer him a seat among the leaders of the village. He knew his parents were worried about him. He spent too much time thinking about himself, they said. When he asked them what they meant, he could never get a straight answer. Instead, his father began waffling about the importance of distinguishing between cold, calculating thought and the tender warmth of the heart.

Jonah wrenched back his hoe. The council of elders did not care for the sharpness of his tongue. He knew that, and he knew why: To their minds, it was essential to live as simply as possible, to praise the Almighty and not to waste precious thought on things that could not be changed.

They always said there was room for everyone in the village, and yet he clearly sensed their disapproval on occasions when he happened to say something they found inappropriate. Other villagers often found his cutting remarks hurtful, but then again they were an odd bunch, he would tell himself in his own defence. Most of the inhabitants of the village had come on foot from distant regions and settled here, and he had no idea how they had managed to find their way to this isolated mountain village.

His father said that many had spent years on the outside having fled the carnage of the Collapse, and for that reason they were deserving of respect, not mockery. Still, it was hard not to laugh at some of them. Take old Ben, for example, always hammering away at his iron pipes, trying to find a tune.

It was abysmal, but no one ever said anything to his face. Jonah snorted in annoyance. No way was he going to have anything to do with that weird old man, who to make things worse had only one leg and had to limp around on a crutch. He had helped him once in sheer desperation at his awful racket. First, he had altered the length of some of the pipes so as to make them more in tune with each other, and then he had swapped them around. All Ben had to do was strike them in order and the sound he produced would be tolerable.

But even that proved beyond him. Jonah straightened up and wiped the sweat from his brow again with the back of his hand. Mik was hardly perspiring. It was as though he were always in a good mood, always at ease. Was Jonah still envious? He was taller and more slightly built than Mik. His eyes were as blue as water, and in the summer months his hair was bleached white.

Jonah never tanned, only reddened, no matter how much he stayed in the sun. He always had to remember to keep his shirt on, though he often found it too hot under the baking sun. The consequences were immediate if he took it off. He remembered once his mother had to sit with him all night, making sure he had a cool, damp cloth on his sunburned shoulders the whole time. He had pretended to sleep so as not to worry her, but his sunburn had been so serious that even though it was like he was cooking inside he had felt so cold he had hardly been able to stop his teeth from chattering.

And what about getting married? Sing-Lan is devastated at losing Karl Weber. As always, it only made him want to carry on baiting him. Without him, none of us would be here today. Even though he suffered enormous loss, he was still able to make this haven for all those who lost everything. Ever since he was small he had felt uneasy in the company of the village pastor and leader, but when he had ventured to mention it to his mother once she had given him a stern look and made him promise never to talk like that again. We could all see how he struggled to put his grief behind him when Olga died.

Who else is there to lead us and plead to the Almighty on our behalf? And what about the books in the crypt? When was the last time anyone was allowed to learn to read, apart from the elders who learned when they were children? Why does it have to be only for them? What knowledge are they keeping from us? Being kept from learning to read was one of the things that annoyed him the most. He knew he would never be selected, for in the eyes of the elders he was unreliable and too headstrong by half.

He narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on his brother, who self-consciously nudged at the soil with the tip of his boot. This time his dark eyes were pleading. The way you always trust everything the elders say and would never dream of questioning anything at all. How come we toil day in and day out and still end up starving more than once every year? For a while they stood there, unrelenting, their cheeks reddening under this trial of strength.

It snapped immediately with a loud crack. Vrads leaped to his feet and barked, but Jonah ordered the dog down before turning to Mik and letting out a quiet whistle. Mik glared at him angrily. Jonah went on regardless: Are you riled, brother? You broke it, not me. You can say five golaks came charging out of the woods, knocked us flying and broke my hoe. Jonah noted that his brother was shaking with pent-up aggression. To be quite honest, I think they regret taking you in.

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All you ever give them is grief! Just forget I ever said it! He stood for a moment, paralysed by what his brother had just said. In just a few seconds he had a new perspective in which to consider himself. Was he not the child of his parents? Had he been taken in? Some remained there until they set up their own homes, others were taken in by families who felt able to cope with more children than just their own.

It was not unusual, but normally everyone knew. If he was a foundling, why did it have to be a secret? Was that why he had always felt like a stranger? And now he could see he did not belong at all. One stride and he was upon Mik, grabbing his collar with both hands. He pulled him up onto his toes until they were face to face.

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Vrads growled but stayed put. Jonah loosened his grip slightly and returned his brother to the ground. At once, Mik kneed him hard in the groin. Jonah let go with a yelp and fell. He lay there, curled into a ball and groaning. It took him a while to recover sufficiently to turn and fix his gaze on Mik, who had now retreated slightly, though he still had the hoe in his hand. Vrads had got to his feet and was sniffing him. The dog licked his face, but Jonah shoved it aside and pulled himself up onto his elbows.

The pain exploded between his legs and he felt anger welling up inside him again, but knew he would be wise to keep it in check. As he lay there, taking deep breaths to ease his rage, he recalled all the times he had fought with Mik. It was always the same. Mik never seemed to do anything wrong, whereas Jonah was considered volatile and irresponsible.

Jonah had long since given up on trying to explain things from his side whenever they were caught fighting, for he always got the blame and Mik always got off scot-free. Was that why Mik was always in the right? Jonah frowned as he struggled with the thoughts that now whirled in his mind.

All of a sudden there were too many questions. He tried to smile, but it was a battle.

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How could Mik act as if nothing was wrong?