Guardians of Ga'Hoole Book 12: The Golden Tree

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The Golden Tree is the twelfth book in the Guardians of Ga'hoole series by Kathryn Lasky.

Here is the summary (as is) on http://www.kathrynlasky.com/:

Soren and the Band are back! Coryn has retrieved the ember and it seems a golden age is dawning at the Great Tree. But all that is golden is not necessarily good. Soren, Twilight, Gyfie and Digger face their biggest challenge yet as the young king, haunted by the suspicion that haggish blood flows in his veins, hunts for the truth. His wanderings imperil himself and the good guardians who travel with him.

Meanwhile back at the Great Tree the influence of the ember is strong—and strange. The tree changes, as do the guardians left to govern in the young king’s absence. Otulissa alone objects to the strange new ways and her outspokenness put her in grave danger. Someone must get word to Soren and the Band. But who??

[edit] Sneak Peak

Here is a sneak peak (as is) on http://www.kathrynlasky.com/Preview_GoldenTree.html:

“Look at me Look at me!” A Great Gray owl hooted. His primaries sparkled silver in the moonlight as carved a steep turn, then folded his wings and plunged toward a cresting wave. Swooping up, he barely escaped the the grip of the sea as the spume trailed behind him like a comet. Twilight turned to the rest of the band, “And they say seagulls do it better!”

Gylfie turned to Soren and Digger sighed and churred softly. “We all know what’s coming, don’t we?”

“Indeed!” Soren and Digger both said at once.

I not only do it better I don’t even get wetter I’m prettier, hey beautiful! I’m a gorgeous owl and not a gull! Waves crash, grass grows I can whup anything before it knows.

The flying was great at this time of year and the Band entertained themselves greatly by sliding in and out of the folds, rising and plummeting on the rogue drafts that buffeted the island of Hoole. There was nothing that owls like doing more than playing with air, with wind, with all the varieties of thermal and cold drafts and none did it better than the Band. But despite the season, almost winter and the beginning of what theowls of the Great Ga’Hoole tree called the time of the white rain the Great tree itself still retained the nearly golden flow of summer. it had remained this way ever since Coryn the new young king had retrieved the Ember of Hoole several moon cycles before from the volcano Dunmore in Beyond the Beyond.

Soren glanced toward the tree nervously. The unchanging nature of the tree did not disturb him as much as knowing that his dear nephew Coryn was in his hollow brooding. It was understandable that his youth and the responsibilites must weigh heavy on on the young king but Soren knew that it was the ember itself that added immeasurably to Coryn’s anxieties.

Inside the rather modest hollow of the Great Ga’Hoole tree, the young king peered into the glow of the ember, the ember of Hoole. Orange with a lick of blue at its center tinged with green, it was no simple coal and he did not see simple things in it. Coryn was a flame reader but reading the flames of a fire was different from understanding the shifting intensities of the glow of this ember. The images it yielded like those of the flames came without being beckoned, but they were more powerful, often warped and not to be completely trusted. What the young Barn Owl was seeing now made his heart race and his gizzard quake. Peering into its flickering golden center he glimpsed a spot of white which grew rounder and larger. Like a moon, he thought. Like..like.. A seam slanted across the white sphere..like.. like a scar....like my scar. No not mine. NYRA!