Leviathan Series

By Scott Westerfeld


There are few series that I become taken with but this is one of them. Perhaps the best of the year. If you don't like them, you are simply daft, you barking spider.


I loved the level of detail Westerfeld engaged in as he described this imaginative world. He didn't leave the reader with half baked ideas, instead he had great fabricated detail creating a wonderful world


His writing was brave, never taking the story the easy road creating an unpredictable plot line. 


Accompanying this series are the incredible illustrations  - I highlighted many of them just to go back and enjoy them. Instead of replacing my own imagination they really enhanced my visuals created by the story leaving me full of wonder!


Leviathan
"Still...at least she was flying. If she ever came down alive, the boffins would have to admit as how she'd passed this test. Boy or not, Deryn Sharp had shown a squick of air sense after all." Page 64


"The Leviathan's body was made from the threads of a whale, but a hundred other species were tangled into its design, countless creatures fitting together like the gears of a stopwatch. Flocks of fabricated birds swarmed around it - scouts, fighters, and predators to gather food. Deryn saw message lizards and other beasties scampering across its skin." Page 71


"Alek's fists tightened. He was growing tired of being treated like this, never told what Volger's plans were until the last moment. Maybe he'd been a child the day his parents had died, but no longer." Page 81


"Most important Alex had learned to shut away despair." Page 81


"It was bloody exhausting being a boy." Page 102


"Having your parents die was exactly like the world exploding, like a war being declared. . . 
She had to fight like mad to stay who she was. That was the trick - to keep punching no matter what." Page 377


Behemoth
"The machine lumbered forward on huge legs, its tusks swaying back and forth as it moved. Four pilots in blue uniforms sat on saddles that stuck out from its haunches, one pilot working the controls for each leg. A mechanical trunk, divided into a dozen metal segments, swept slowly back and forth, like a sleeping cats tail." Location 1146


Books 46 - 48