THE INGO CHRONICLES: COMPLETE COLLECTION
Ingo, The Tide Knot, The Deep, The Crossing of Ingo, Stormswept
5 Book Collection
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Ingo text © Helen Dunmore 2005 The Tide Knot text © Helen Dunmore 2006 The Deep text © Helen Dunmore 2007 The Crossing of Ingo text © Helen Dunmore 2008 Stormswept text © Helen Dunmore 2011
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Ingo ISBN: 9780007381371 The Tide Knot ISBN: 9780007369294 The Deep ISBN: 9780007369287 The Crossing of Ingo ISBN: 9780007373253 Stormswept ISBN: 9780007468003
Ebook Edition © 2017 ISBN: 9780008261450
Version: 2017-05-24
âThe electric thrill of swimming with dolphins, of racing along currents, and of leaving the world of reason and caution behind are described with glorious intensity.â Amanda Craig, The Times
âCompellingly lyrical.â Independent
âHelen Dunmore may have a few drowned readers on her conscience, so enticing and believable is the underwater world she creates in Ingo.â Telegraph
âHelen Dunmore is an exceptional and versatile writer and she writes with a restrained, sensual grace.â Observer
âA remarkable fantasy⦠Itâs a haunting, beautifully written book which creates a totally believable parallel world.â Northern Echo
âIngo is an intoxicating adventure⦠Wonderful, evocative storytelling.â Publishing News
âAs ever, Dunmoreâs characters are beautifully drawn⦠Though the first in a series, this book works perfectly as a standalone title, with a satisfying resolution but enough left hanging in the air to make the characters and situations live on in the readerâs mind. Ingo has a haunting, dangerous beauty all of its own.â Philip Ardagh, Guardian
Youâll find the mermaid of Zennor inside Zennor Church, if you know where to look. Sheâs carved from old, hard, dark wood. The church is dark, too, so you have to bend down to see her clearly. You can trace the shape of her tail with your finger.
Someone slashed across her with a knife a long time ago. A sharp, angry knife. I touched the slash mark very gently, so I wouldnât hurt the mermaid any more.
âWhy did they do that to her, Dad? Why did they hurt her?â
âI donât know, Sapphy. People do cruel things sometimes, when theyâre angry.â
And then Dad told me the mermaidâs story. I was only little, but I remember every word.
âThe Zennor mermaid fell in love with a human,â said Dad, âbut she was a Mer creature and so she couldnât come to live with him up in the dry air. It would have killed her. But she couldnât forget him, and she couldnât live without him. She couldnât even sleep for thinking about him. All she wanted was to be with him.â
âWould she have died in the air?â I asked.
âYes. Mer people canât live away from the water. Anyway, the man couldnât forget her either. The sight of the mermaid burned in his mind, day and night. And the mermaid felt just the same. When the tide was high, she would swim up into the cove, then up the stream, as close as she could to the church, to hear him singing in the choir.â
âI thought it was mermaids that sang, Dad.â
âIn this story it was the man who sang. In the end the mermaid swam up the stream one last time and he couldnât bear to see her go. He swam away with her, and he was never seen again. He became one of the Mer people.â