The Aftermyth: The Aftermyth, cartea 1
Autor Tracy Wolffen Limba Engleză Paperback – 12 mar 2026 – vârsta până la 12 ani
What’s your myth?
Penelope Weaver has spent her whole life preparing to attend Anaximander’s Academy, where students learn how to bring to life the stories of Greek mythology as well as discover the Greek god whose principles they most embody. Penelope knows she’s an Athena—all smart, practical, and rule-following girls who take part in stories that matter are Athenas.
But when Penelope and her twin brother Paris arrive at Anaximander’s, it appears fate has other plans. Penelope isn’t placed with Athena but with students who are anything but practical and who prefer parties to rules. And that’s just the beginning. She’s given the world’s worst muse, her assigned tasks feel impossible, and the magic of Anaximander’s is overwhelming. Not to mention, there are two very different boys making her new life even more confusing.
But as things go from bad to dangerously worse, one thing becomes clear: in a world where everything is fated to happen a certain way, some stories need to be rewritten. As the world around her shifts and cracks, Penelope is asked to forget everything she thought she knew to help create a better story…even if that changes every plan and breaks every rule.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9798347111824
Pagini: 448
Ilustrații: f-c gloss lam cvr w- no sfx
Dimensiuni: 140 x 210 x 33 mm
Greutate: 0.33 kg
Ediția:Export
Editura: Aladdin
Colecția Aladdin
Seria The Aftermyth
Pagini: 448
Ilustrații: f-c gloss lam cvr w- no sfx
Dimensiuni: 140 x 210 x 33 mm
Greutate: 0.33 kg
Ediția:Export
Editura: Aladdin
Colecția Aladdin
Seria The Aftermyth
Notă biografică
Tracy Wolff is the #1 New York Times, #1 internationally, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA TODAY bestselling author of the Crave series as well as many other novels. A lover of mythology, vampires, and getting lost in a great book, she’s spent her whole life asking “what if” and “what happens next”—questions being a writer has helped her answer again and again. At six, she wrote her first short story—something with a rainbow, a unicorn, and a shapeshifting prince—and at seven, she forayed into the wonderful world of middle grade literature with her first Judy Blume novel. A one-time English professor, she now devotes all her time to writing fun, action-packed, romantic stories with fantastical worlds and characters who leap off the page. She has written all her seventy-plus novels from her home in Austin, Texas, which she shares with her partner, her sons, and their three adorable dogs.
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Chapter 1: Sparkles Speak Louder than Words1. Sparkles Speak Louder than Words
I FEEL LIKE I’M ABOUT to jump right out of my skin.
It’s a silly metaphor, I know, but it’s one my grandmother uses all the time—usually in reference to how the nymphs who live in the forest behind her house are acting. I can’t see the nymphs the way she can—it’s not my gift—so I’ve always wondered what exactly she means by the expression. Not to mention what it would look like if a person, or a nymph, actually jumped out of their skin. But right now, I totally get it. Because no matter how hard I try, I can’t keep still as we wind our way along this narrow mountain road in my father’s trusty silver Subaru.
My leg is shaking up and down, my eyes keep scanning the tall, dark woods around us for I don’t even know what, and I feel like I’ve suddenly forgotten what to do with my hands. One minute I’m rubbing them up and down my thighs like I’m trying to keep warm and the next I’m twining and twisting my fingers together into a series of complicated knots.
If we don’t get there soon, I swear I’m going to explode…or, at the very least, end up with my fingers tied together. Not exactly the first impression I’m hoping to make when I get to Athena Hall and am finally—finally—assigned my twelve labors.
On a day like today, it’s hard to believe my twin brother, Paris, is the calm one between the two of us—he’s normally the one who gets all wild and worked up about things—but it’s true. Right now, he’s acting like it’s any other day. Face buried in his PlayStation Portal, brown eyes focused on whatever game he’s currently obsessed with, auburn hair falling over his forehead into his eyes. It’s like he doesn’t even care that this is the most important day of our lives.
Then again, he always makes a good first impression. I’m the one whose delivery usually needs work, the one who sneezes too loud and walks too fast, whose curly red hair is too wild. Not this time, though. This time, I’m going to do everything right. I’ve been practicing for months. As for my hair, I’ve got that locked down in the tightest braid known to humankind.
“Aren’t you even the smallest bit excited?” The words burst out of me like air from a leaky balloon—strange sounding, unexpected, and, if I’m being honest, more than a little bit on the shrill side.
What can I say? I may be the planner, but when I freak out, I really freak out.
“I’ll get excited when we’re actually there,” Paris shoots back without so much as glancing up from his game. “Besides, you’re wound up tight enough for the both of us.”
I want to argue, but he’s not wrong. So instead, I ignore him and lean forward, doing my best to peer through the windshield. I don’t know what I’m expecting—what I’m hoping—to see, but it’s not what’s actually there. The same old road we’ve driven on a million times before.
Winding curves.
Narrow lanes.
Not a lot of traffic.
And tons and tons of giant trees in whatever direction you happen to glance.
Basically, it looks like every other road out here in the Berkshires of western Massachusetts. It’s pretty—really pretty—but not exactly what I’d call extraordinary. And definitely not where I’d expect a school like Anaximander’s to be located.
“Sit back, Penelope,” my dad orders as we wind around a particularly sharp curve. “It’s not safe for you to be leaning forward like that.”
I roll my eyes but do what he says. Watching him and Paris go at it over the last couple of years has proven that my father’s not above pulling the car over and stopping in the middle of nowhere just to make a point. And right now, the only point I want to hear him make is that we’ve finally—finally—arrived.
“Don’t worry.” My mother glances over her shoulder at me. “We’re almost there.”
I find that hard to believe, considering—“What was that?” I ask, a combination of nerves and excitement suddenly thrumming in my stomach.
“What was what?” My dad’s perfectly manicured brown mustache quivers just a little with the words.
“There was a flash of light.” I point to the big red barn we’re passing on the left. “Right over there.”
My parents exchange a look. “It was probably nothing.”
It didn’t feel like nothing. In fact—“There it is again!”
I point directly to it this time—a rainbow-colored sparkle just beyond the barn.
Even Paris raises his head at the urgency in my voice. But by the time the three of them look at where I’m gesturing, the flash of colors is gone. Again.
“It’s probably just the sun bouncing off the barn’s roof,” my mom replies.
“What sun?” I ask, because it’s actually a really dull, really gray-looking day.
Dark, sinister clouds fill the sky, and though I haven’t heard any thunder yet, the promise of rain feels more like a threat as fog rolls in from the top of the mountain. The higher we climb, the more misty and out-of-time things are starting to look.
“You know what your mom means,” my dad answers. “If it’s not from the roof, maybe you’re seeing a glint from the metal on some old tractor or something.”
Once again, if there’s no sun, there’s obviously nothing to glint off metal, either. But I keep my mouth shut, mostly because experience has taught me that it’s not worth arguing with either of my parents when they’re dead set against believing me.
Still, I crane my neck as far to the left as it will go so I can keep watching the barn even after we drive past it.
Sure enough, a few seconds later I see another rainbow-colored spark—this one bigger than the other two put together—but before I can say anything, the road curves to the right. The barn, and the mysterious sparkles, disappear.
And just like that, the fog turns thicker—much thicker—and the sky around us turns the same ominous color as the clouds.
“What happened?” My brother looks up for the first time. “Why’s it so dark at ten a.m.?”
“Just the weather,” my mom trills. “Nothing to worry about.”
This time it’s Paris and me who exchange looks, but then he shrugs and goes back to his game—leaving me with nothing to do but continue staring out the window in hopes of finally catching a glimpse of Anaximander’s.
Thirteen excruciating minutes later, my dad finally pulls the car into a small—and by small, I mean almost nonexistent—shoulder at the curve in the road.
“Wait. Why are we stopping?” I ask as my chest tightens and my palms start to sweat. “Are we finally there?”
I FEEL LIKE I’M ABOUT to jump right out of my skin.
It’s a silly metaphor, I know, but it’s one my grandmother uses all the time—usually in reference to how the nymphs who live in the forest behind her house are acting. I can’t see the nymphs the way she can—it’s not my gift—so I’ve always wondered what exactly she means by the expression. Not to mention what it would look like if a person, or a nymph, actually jumped out of their skin. But right now, I totally get it. Because no matter how hard I try, I can’t keep still as we wind our way along this narrow mountain road in my father’s trusty silver Subaru.
My leg is shaking up and down, my eyes keep scanning the tall, dark woods around us for I don’t even know what, and I feel like I’ve suddenly forgotten what to do with my hands. One minute I’m rubbing them up and down my thighs like I’m trying to keep warm and the next I’m twining and twisting my fingers together into a series of complicated knots.
If we don’t get there soon, I swear I’m going to explode…or, at the very least, end up with my fingers tied together. Not exactly the first impression I’m hoping to make when I get to Athena Hall and am finally—finally—assigned my twelve labors.
On a day like today, it’s hard to believe my twin brother, Paris, is the calm one between the two of us—he’s normally the one who gets all wild and worked up about things—but it’s true. Right now, he’s acting like it’s any other day. Face buried in his PlayStation Portal, brown eyes focused on whatever game he’s currently obsessed with, auburn hair falling over his forehead into his eyes. It’s like he doesn’t even care that this is the most important day of our lives.
Then again, he always makes a good first impression. I’m the one whose delivery usually needs work, the one who sneezes too loud and walks too fast, whose curly red hair is too wild. Not this time, though. This time, I’m going to do everything right. I’ve been practicing for months. As for my hair, I’ve got that locked down in the tightest braid known to humankind.
“Aren’t you even the smallest bit excited?” The words burst out of me like air from a leaky balloon—strange sounding, unexpected, and, if I’m being honest, more than a little bit on the shrill side.
What can I say? I may be the planner, but when I freak out, I really freak out.
“I’ll get excited when we’re actually there,” Paris shoots back without so much as glancing up from his game. “Besides, you’re wound up tight enough for the both of us.”
I want to argue, but he’s not wrong. So instead, I ignore him and lean forward, doing my best to peer through the windshield. I don’t know what I’m expecting—what I’m hoping—to see, but it’s not what’s actually there. The same old road we’ve driven on a million times before.
Winding curves.
Narrow lanes.
Not a lot of traffic.
And tons and tons of giant trees in whatever direction you happen to glance.
Basically, it looks like every other road out here in the Berkshires of western Massachusetts. It’s pretty—really pretty—but not exactly what I’d call extraordinary. And definitely not where I’d expect a school like Anaximander’s to be located.
“Sit back, Penelope,” my dad orders as we wind around a particularly sharp curve. “It’s not safe for you to be leaning forward like that.”
I roll my eyes but do what he says. Watching him and Paris go at it over the last couple of years has proven that my father’s not above pulling the car over and stopping in the middle of nowhere just to make a point. And right now, the only point I want to hear him make is that we’ve finally—finally—arrived.
“Don’t worry.” My mother glances over her shoulder at me. “We’re almost there.”
I find that hard to believe, considering—“What was that?” I ask, a combination of nerves and excitement suddenly thrumming in my stomach.
“What was what?” My dad’s perfectly manicured brown mustache quivers just a little with the words.
“There was a flash of light.” I point to the big red barn we’re passing on the left. “Right over there.”
My parents exchange a look. “It was probably nothing.”
It didn’t feel like nothing. In fact—“There it is again!”
I point directly to it this time—a rainbow-colored sparkle just beyond the barn.
Even Paris raises his head at the urgency in my voice. But by the time the three of them look at where I’m gesturing, the flash of colors is gone. Again.
“It’s probably just the sun bouncing off the barn’s roof,” my mom replies.
“What sun?” I ask, because it’s actually a really dull, really gray-looking day.
Dark, sinister clouds fill the sky, and though I haven’t heard any thunder yet, the promise of rain feels more like a threat as fog rolls in from the top of the mountain. The higher we climb, the more misty and out-of-time things are starting to look.
“You know what your mom means,” my dad answers. “If it’s not from the roof, maybe you’re seeing a glint from the metal on some old tractor or something.”
Once again, if there’s no sun, there’s obviously nothing to glint off metal, either. But I keep my mouth shut, mostly because experience has taught me that it’s not worth arguing with either of my parents when they’re dead set against believing me.
Still, I crane my neck as far to the left as it will go so I can keep watching the barn even after we drive past it.
Sure enough, a few seconds later I see another rainbow-colored spark—this one bigger than the other two put together—but before I can say anything, the road curves to the right. The barn, and the mysterious sparkles, disappear.
And just like that, the fog turns thicker—much thicker—and the sky around us turns the same ominous color as the clouds.
“What happened?” My brother looks up for the first time. “Why’s it so dark at ten a.m.?”
“Just the weather,” my mom trills. “Nothing to worry about.”
This time it’s Paris and me who exchange looks, but then he shrugs and goes back to his game—leaving me with nothing to do but continue staring out the window in hopes of finally catching a glimpse of Anaximander’s.
Thirteen excruciating minutes later, my dad finally pulls the car into a small—and by small, I mean almost nonexistent—shoulder at the curve in the road.
“Wait. Why are we stopping?” I ask as my chest tightens and my palms start to sweat. “Are we finally there?”
Recenzii
"A thrilling start to a series full of magic, mythology, and mystery that promises even greater adventures ahead."
"Readers looking for more Greek-myth inspired fiction in the vein of Percy Jackson or Shana Targosz’s River of Spirits will love this series starter."
"Readers looking for more Greek-myth inspired fiction in the vein of Percy Jackson or Shana Targosz’s River of Spirits will love this series starter."
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The first book in a new dark academia fantasy middle grade series inspired by Greek mythology from #1 New York Times, #1 International, and USA Today bestselling author of the Crave series, Tracy Wolff. The first printing will feature exclusive painted edges!
The first book in a new dark academia fantasy middle grade series inspired by Greek mythology from #1 New York Times, #1 International, and USA Today bestselling author of the Crave series, Tracy Wolff. The first printing will feature exclusive painted edges!