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Informationen zum Autor Sangu Mandanna Klappentext "Indian folklore meets fantasy adventure in this captivating novel . . . An action-packed, evocative portrayal of courage, friendship, and belonging." Kirkus Reviews on Kiki Kallira Breaks a Kingdom . Fresh off the exciting discovery that her sketches of a beautiful kingdom and band of rebel kids have come to life in another world, Kiki Kallira has an unexpected visitor. One of those rebel kids has come into the real world to ask for her helpagain. The river Kaveri, a crucial source of water for Mysore, has suddenly vanished! With no water to grow food or for wildlife to drink, Kiki's kingdom is doomed. Kiki enters her sketchbook once again, and her search for answers reveals the origin of the Kaveri: it's actually a princess from long ago who was transformed into water by a terrible curse. It's up to Kiki and her friends to restore the river without sacrificing the princess againeasier said than done! And with her mounting anxiety, enemies seeking to stop her, and a city growing weaker by the minute, Kiki's confidence falters. Will she be able to unravel the curse and save her kingdom before it's too late? Leseprobe 1 "Kiki, why is there a crow on my kitchen table?" I glared at the crow in question, but he just shrugged his wings unrepentantly. It was a little unfair that my mother saw a crow in our kitchen and immediately assumed it had something to do with me. On the other hand, she wasn't exactly wrong, so my indignation was probably misplaced. Both Mum and the crow were staring expectantly at me, but my mind was a little busy Overthinking. When that happens, my thoughts go something like this: if I tell Mum the truth she might not believe me or she'll think I'm hallucinating, but if I lie to her I'll be stuck lying to her forever and I don't want to do that, but if I tell her the truth she might not believe me or she'll think- "Kiki," Mum said in a voice that would have made demon kings quake. We could have really used her when Mahishasura, the demon king, was terrorizing my imaginary kingdom a few months ago. "He's my friend," I blurted out. Mum blinked. "The crow? Are you telling me you found him, fed him, and now he hangs around all the time hoping for more? If that's the case, Kiki, I really don't see why he has to be indoors. What if he's covered in fleas? Do birds get fleas?" "Oh, we don't have to worry about that," I said at once, before I could stop myself. "He's magical. He doesn't get parasites or diseases or anything." Mum stared at me in stunned silence. I winced. Across the kitchen, the crow smacked a wing over his eyes. "Magical," said Mum. She looked uncertain, like she wasn't sure whether to play along as she used to when I was six or call my doctor and ask if the medication she'd prescribed had any peculiar side effects we should know about. It had been a long day. I'd had school and Mum had been working, and then we'd had to go straight to the doctor for my monthly "How are things going?" appointment, then to the supermarket, then to the food bank to drop off what we'd bought, and then, finally, back home. So we were both tired, and Pip could really have chosen his timing better, but it was too late to just breeze past it now. It was time to tell Mum everything. "Okay," I said, collapsing into one of the chairs at the table. I pointed at the crow. "This is Pip." "Isn't that what you named your imaginary friend when you were little?" Mum asked, eyeing Pip like she wasn't entirely comfortable with me sitting so close to him. I nodded. "This is him." "You mean you've named the crow Pip, too?" "No, I mean this is that Pip. My Pip." </...
Auteur
Sangu Mandanna was four years old when an elephant chased her down a forest road and she decided to write her first story about it. Seventeen years and many, many manuscripts later, she signed her first book deal. She is the author of the Kiki Kallira *series, *A Spark of White Fire and its sequels, and more. She lives in Norwich, in the east of England, with her husband and kids.
You can visit Sangu at SanguMandanna.com.
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"Indian folklore meets fantasy adventure in this captivating novel . . . An action-packed, evocative portrayal of courage, friendship, and belonging." —Kirkus Reviews on Kiki Kallira Breaks a Kingdom.
Fresh off the exciting discovery that her sketches of a beautiful kingdom and band of rebel kids have come to life in another world, Kiki Kallira has an unexpected visitor. One of those rebel kids has come into the real world to ask for her help—again. The river Kaveri, a crucial source of water for Mysore, has suddenly vanished! With no water to grow food or for wildlife to drink, Kiki's kingdom is doomed.
Kiki enters her sketchbook once again, and her search for answers reveals the origin of the Kaveri: it's actually a princess from long ago who was transformed into water by a terrible curse. It's up to Kiki and her friends to restore the river without sacrificing the princess again—easier said than done! And with her mounting anxiety, enemies seeking to stop her, and a city growing weaker by the minute, Kiki's confidence falters. Will she be able to unravel the curse and save her kingdom before it's too late?
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"Kiki, why is there a crow on my kitchen table?"
 
I glared at the crow in question, but he just shrugged his wings unrepentantly.
 
It was a little unfair that my mother saw a crow in our kitchen and immediately assumed it had something to do with me. On the other hand, she wasn't exactly wrong, so my indignation was probably misplaced.
 
Both Mum and the crow were staring expectantly at me, but my mind was a little busy Overthinking.
 
When that happens, my thoughts go something like this: if I tell Mum the truth she might not believe me or she'll think I'm hallucinating, but if I lie to her I'll be stuck lying to her forever and I don't want to do that, but if I tell her the truth she might not believe me or she'll think-
 
"Kiki," Mum said in a voice that would have made demon kings quake. We could have really used her when Mahishasura, the demon king, was terrorizing my imaginary kingdom a few months ago.
 
"He's my friend," I blurted out.
 
Mum blinked. "The crow? Are you telling me you found him, fed him, and now he hangs around all the time hoping for more? If that's the case, Kiki, I really don't see why he has to be indoors. What if he's covered in fleas? Do birds get fleas?"
 
"Oh, we don't have to worry about that," I said at once, before I could stop myself. "He's magical. He doesn't get parasites or diseases or anything."
 
Mum stared at me in stunned silence. I winced. Across the kitchen, the crow smacked a wing over his eyes.
 
"Magical," said Mum. She looked uncertain, like she wasn't sure whether to play along as she used to when I was six or call my doctor and ask if the medication she'd prescribed had any peculiar side effects we should know about.
 
It had been a long day. I'd had school and Mum had been working, and then we'd had to go straight to the doctor for my monthly "How are things going?" appointment, then to the supermarket, then to the food bank to drop off what we'd bought, and then, finally, back home. So we were both tired, and Pip could really have chosen his timing better, but it was too late to just breeze past it now.
 
It was time to tell Mum everything.
 
"Okay," I said, collapsing into one of the chairs at the table. I pointed at the crow. "This is Pip."
 
"Isn't that what you named your imaginary friend when you were little?" Mum asked, eyeing Pip like she wasn't entirely comfortable with me sitting so close to him.
 
I nodded. "This is him."
 
"You mean you'…