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Bearing all the markings of a truely classic novel, Troll Fell, is an exciting adventure-filled tale of Peer, his evil uncles, treasure and wicked trolls. Peer Ulfsson stood miserably at his father's funeral pyre, watching the sparks whirl up like millions of shining spirits streaking away into the dark. But someone else is also at the funeral. Peer's half-uncle, Baldur Grimsson. Peer watches helplessly as Uncle Baldur sells his father's property and pockets the money. Peer is then forced to move away from the world he knows in Hammerhaven, and live with his two half-uncles at their mill near Troll Fell. Peer hopes his other uncle will be more welcoming and less ferocious than Baldur, but Baldur is an identical twin, and Grim Grimsson is just as mean-spirited and greedy as his brother. Peer lives a life of servitude, with only the company of his faithful dog, Loki, until he meets spirited Hilde, whose family farm on Troll Fell, and Nis, his uncles' house spirit. Between them, they must foil a plot by the Grimsson brothers to sell one boy and one girl to the trolls who live on Troll Fell. But the Grimssons want riches, and they will do anything to get them. And as everyone knows, trolls are rich...but they are also cunning.
mess Peer heard a pony coming down the road towards the mill, and looked up. A girl of about his own age was riding it, brightly dressed in a blue woollen dress with red stitching. On her head she wore a jaunty red and yellow cap, and her hair was done in two long plaits tied with pieces of red and blue wool. She sat sideways on the shaggy little pony, with a basket on her knee. Her eyes widened when she saw Peer, and she pulled the pony to a stop. “Hello!” she called. “Who are you?” She
Grim, who did most of the cooking, had fried some thick rashers of bacon which the two brothers gobbled greedily, wiping up the grease from the pan with big chunks of new bread. Grendel, drooling by Grim’s knee, was rewarded with several crisp pieces, while Peer watched hungrily from his cold corner. He had plucked up his courage. “Uncle Grim? Could I have some bacon?” “Bacon is bad for boys,” replied Uncle Grim unblinkingly. “Keeps ’em awake at nights,” agreed Uncle Baldur, licking his
escape, and his tail tucked in. Grendel overtook him and the two dogs merged in a rolling tangle near the barn wall, falling over and over in a spray of snow. “Grendel! Grendel!” shouted Baldur and Grim. “Loki! Run!” screamed Peer, clawing his hair. Grendel bayed and made savage worrying noises. Loki yipped wildly in terror. Suddenly an avalanche of snow slumped off the barn roof on top of the two dogs, half burying them. There was a moment’s surprised silence as they struggled to rise, shaking
looked up. “Thank you, Nis!” he said in heart felt gratitude. “That’s all right, Peer Ulfsson,” said the Nis. It giggled proudly. “Lubbers is fools, no match for Nithing!” “No, I’m sure they’re not,” said Peer. His legs gave way and he sat down. “Get up! Get up!” hissed the Nis. “What for?” groaned Peer. “What for?” The Nis clicked its tongue in disbelief. “For to escape, of course! Hurry! Hurry!” Peer didn’t move. “Nis, I’m sorry, but I can’t get through little holes like you do. And the
capped with an overhang of snow. At the base the tracks turned right, and continued to a place where the cliff was lower. Peer scrambled up over a rockfall of boulders half smothered in snow, slipping and bruising himself on buried stones. Now the moon was out, it should be easy to see. But hypnotic patterns seemed to dance in the air over the featureless white slopes, playing tricks with his eyes. He began to shiver, and the clammy sweat froze under his clothes. At the top of the cliff the