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Zilvergaren is de nieuwe roman van Ontworteld auteur Naomi Novik. Een sprookjesachtige hervertelling van de klassieker Repelsteeltje.
Miryem stamt af van een lange lijn van geldschieters… Helaas is haar vader daar niet zo goed in. Hij heeft het familiefortuin, waaronder de bruidsschat van Miryems moeder, bijna volledig uitgeleend. Bovendien heeft haar vader er moeite mee om het geld weer te innen, waardoor het gezin in bittere armoede leeft. Miryem besluit zelf de touwtjes in handen te nemen en gaat op pad om het geld op te halen dat de dorpelingen haar familie verschuldigd zijn. Als haar grootvader haar vervolgens een zak met stuivers leent, brengt ze die gevuld met zilvergeld terug, om het in te wisselen voor gouden munten. Maar haar talent om van zilver goud te maken levert Miryem meer problemen op dan haar lief is – zeker als ze te maken krijgt met de kwaadaardige wezens die rondspoken in het woud. Hun koning heeft kennis genomen van haar reputatie, en die reputatie wil hij uitbuiten om redenen die Miryem een raadsel zijn.
Naomi Novik (New York, 1973) schreef de populaire Temeraire-reeks. Peter Jackson nam een optie op de verfilming ervan, met het plan er een tv-serie van te maken.
391 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 10, 2018
“But I had not known that I was strong enough to do any of those things until they were over and I had done them. I had to do the work first, not knowing.”
“But the world I wanted wasn't the world I lived in, and if I would do nothing until I could repair every terrible thing at once, I would do nothing forever.”
“A robber who steals a knife and cuts himself cannot cry out against the woman who kept it sharp.”
“But it was all the same choice, every time. The choice between the one death and all the little ones.”
“There are men who are wolves inside, and want to eat up other people to fill their bellies. That it what was in your house with you, all your life. But here you are with your brothers, and you are not eaten up, and there is not a wolf inside you. You have fed each other, and you kept the wolf away. That is all we can do for each other in the world, to keep the wolf away.”

“If I live a thousand years, I’ll never write a book as good as Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik."—Patrick Rothfuss

“Bring me the winter king, and I will make you a summer queen.”
“The real story isn’t half as pretty as the one you’ve heard.”
“That part of the old story turned out to be true: you have to be cruel to be a good moneylender. But I was ready to be as merciless.”
“A robber who steals a knife and cuts himself cannot cry out against the woman who kept it sharp.”
“...someone had climbed down and looked through our window: someone wearing strange boots with a long pointed toe.”
“Because that’s what the story’s really about: getting out of paying your debts.”
Because that's what the story is really about: getting out of paying your debts.
Blue shadows stretched out over the snow, cast by a pale thin light shining somewhere behind me, and as my breath rose in quick clouds around my face, the snow crunched: some large creature, picking its way toward the sleigh.
“Thrice, mortal maiden,” in a rhyme almost like a song, “Thrice you shall turn silver to gold for me, or be changed to ice yourself.”
She was safe for another moment, one more moment, and all of life was only moments, after all.














I wasn’t sorry they didn’t like me, I wasn’t sorry I had been hard to them. I was glad, fiercely glad.
They would have devoured my family and picked their teeth with the bones, and never been sorry at all. Better to be turned to ice by the Staryk, who didn’t pretend to be a neighbor.
“My people will go into the flame with their names locked fast in their hearts; you will not have that of them, nor me.”
But it was the same choice, every time. The choice between the one death and all the little ones.
“A power claimed and challenged and thrice carried out is true; the proving makes it so.”
Because that’s what the story’s really about: getting out of paying your debts.
But the world I wanted wasn't the world I lived in, and if I would do nothing until I could repair every terrible thing at once, I would do nothing forever.
But it was all the same choice, every time. The choice between the one death and all the little ones.
