Informationen zum Autor Misa Sugiura's ancestors include a poet, a priestess, a samurai, and a stowaway. She was born and raised in Chicagoland but eventually found her way to her true home in Northern California, where she lives and writes under a giant oak tree with her husband, two sons, and a cat named Mouse. Momo Arashima Steals the Sword of the Wind is her first middle-grade novel and was inspired by the gods and monsters of her parents' home country, Japan. Klappentext A thrilling fantasy series about a twelve year old girl who sets out to save her Shinto goddess motherand the worldby facing down demons intent on bringing chaos. A grand adventure. Brandon Mull, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Fablehaven A wild ride of a novelhilarious. Sayantani DasGupta, New York Times bestselling author of The Kingdom Beyond All Momo wants for her twelfth birthday is an ordinary lifelike everyone else's. At home, she has to take care of her absentminded widowed mother. At school, kids ridicule her for mixing up reality with the magical stories her mother used to tell her. But then Momo's mother falls gravely ill, and a death hag straight out of those childhood stories attacks Momo at the mall, where she's rescued by a talking fox . . . and ordinary goes out the window. It turns out that Momo's mother is a banished Shinto goddess who used to protect a long-forgotten passageway to Yomia.k.a. the land of the dead. That passageway is now under attack, and countless evil spirits threaten to escape and wreak havoc across the earth. Joined by Niko the fox and Dannyher former best friend turned popular jerk, whom she never planned to speak to again, much less save the world withMomo must embrace her ( definitely not "ordinary") identity as half human, half goddess to unlock her divine powers, save her mother's life, and force the demons back to Yomi. Leseprobe Happy Birthday to Me Niko says I should have known something was wrong from the moment he appeared in my backyard the night before my twelfth birthday. But I disagree. Because look­I can guarantee you that most people who saw what I saw that night would've said to themselves, I must be dreaming, or, It must be some­thing I ate, and gone right back to bed. And back then, I was trying really hard to be like most ­people. But I'm getting ahead of myself. What happened was, I woke up to a yowl and a yippy bark. I got up and peeked out the window to see the neighbor's cat streaking across the yard, which was not unusual­but trotting oh-­so-­casually after it was a fox, which was unusual. The fox stopped in the middle of the yard, sat down, and pointed its sharp, twitchy nose and bright black eyes directly at my window. The moon was shining from somewhere above and behind me, bathing the fox in cool silver light and casting a magical glow on the entire yard. As the fox stared at me, I was seized by this strange feeling that it knew who I was. Like it knew I was watching, and it was waiting for me. And then­I swear I'm not lying­it nodded at me and patted the ground with its paw. Yes, you, it seemed to be saying. Come out here at once. I need to talk to you. That was not just unusual. It was unbelievable. Like, literally not able to be believed. It's just my imagination, I muttered to myself. I shut my eyes and tried to shake what I'd seen out of my head. I couldn't have seen it. That was the problem with having what my teachers called an overactive imagination­I tended to see things that no one else could see. It hadn't happened in a long time, and I was annoyed (and maybe a little afraid) that it was happening now. Because normal kids didn't see things that weren't real, and like I told you, I really wanted to be a normal kid. I put my hand out to knock on the window. If it was a magical fox who was here for me,...

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Misa Sugiura’s ancestors include a poet, a priestess, a samurai, and a stowaway. She was born and raised in Chicagoland but eventually found her way to her true home in Northern California, where she lives and writes under a giant oak tree with her husband, two sons, and a cat named Mouse. Momo Arashima Steals the Sword of the Wind is her first middle-grade novel and was inspired by the gods and monsters of her parents’ home country, Japan.

Klappentext

**A thrilling fantasy series about a twelve year old girl who sets out to save her Shinto goddess mother—and the world—by facing down demons intent on bringing chaos.

“A grand adventure.” —Brandon Mull, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Fablehaven

“A wild ride of a novel…hilarious.” —Sayantani DasGupta, New York Times bestselling author of The Kingdom Beyond**

All Momo wants for her twelfth birthday is an ordinary life—like everyone else's. At home, she has to take care of her absentminded widowed mother. At school, kids ridicule her for mixing up reality with the magical stories her mother used to tell her.

But then Momo’s mother falls gravely ill, and a death hag straight out of those childhood stories attacks Momo at the mall, where she’s rescued by a talking fox . . . and “ordinary” goes out the window. It turns out that Momo's mother is a banished Shinto goddess who used to protect a long-forgotten passageway to Yomi—a.k.a. the land of the dead. That passageway is now under attack, and countless evil spirits threaten to escape and wreak havoc across the earth.

Joined by Niko the fox and Danny—her former best friend turned popular jerk, whom she never planned to speak to again, much less save the world with—Momo must embrace her (definitely not "ordinary") identity as half human, half goddess to unlock her divine powers, save her mother’s life, and force the demons back to Yomi.