Le livre Diana and the Island of No Return sera disponible le 26 mai

Diana and the Island of No Return sera le premier livre de Wonder Woman Adventures, nouvelle trilogie de livres visant les lecteurs de 8 à 12 ans qui, comme l’album Diana, Princesses des Amazones, nous fera découvrir une nouvelle aventure de l’Amazone, dans son enfance.

Diana et l’Île de Non-Retour

Prévu pour le 26 mai et écrit par Aisha Saeed, Island of No Return est déjà pré-commandable sur le site Random House Children’s Book et le premier chapitre est disponible en exclusivité pour Entertainment Weekly (en vo).

« Guerrière. Princesse. Héroïne. Le destin de Diana est d’être la meilleure super-héroïne du monde… si elle arrive à survire à cette aventure pleine d’action!

La jeune princesse Diana est féroce, intelligente et aime son île natale de Themyscira. Son vœu le plus chère est d’être capable de s’entraîner avec les autres Amazones et protéger sa nation, mais on lui dit qu’il n’en est pas question. Cette année, Diana espère persuader sa mère, la reine Hippolyte, de la laisser apprendre à se battre, alors que les femmes les plus puissantes de la terre se réunissent à Themyscira lors d’un festival célébrant leurs différentes cultures.

Mais, dès le début des festivités, un visiteur inattendu et interdit—un garçon!— annonce la nouvelle d’un danger menaçant Themyscira et toutes ses terres voisines sacrées. C’est à Diana et sa meilleure amie, Princesse Sakina, de sauver tout le monde, même si cela implique de s’allier avec un démon rusé, révélant qu’une force terrifiante a pour objectif de capturer Diana, contre sa volonté.

Diana va enfin avoir la chance de prouver sa valeur en tant que guerrière et de sauver non seulement ses amis et sa famille, mais tout leur mode de vie. Tant qu’elle peut s’en sortir vivante… »

Chapter One

When Diana looked back upon this day, she would remember many things: the way the sun beat down upon her where she sat, perched on the highest branch of the largest olive tree jutting out from the cliffs of Themyscira. The laughter of the women beneath her setting up tents and stalls for the Chará festival. The gardeners hurriedly sweeping leaves from the pathways and trimming the last of the rosebushes surrounding her palace home. This was also the day her life would completely change forever.

Of course, at the moment, Diana had no idea of the danger that lay in wait for her just a few short hours later. This particular afternoon, she craned her neck, searching the horizon for the ships that would soon arrive. Time always felt like it slowed down the more she looked forward to something, but she couldn’t help feeling excited about this week. Her best friend, Sakina, was almost here. Visitors were rare on Themyscira. Her mother, Queen Hippolyta, had created their nation as a safe place, far from the world of men and all their war and strife. The women who lived on the island were here, in part, because they did not wish to be found. The Chará festival was the one exception to this rule. In a little while, their island nation of jagged cliffs, stone temples, and sweeping seaside vistas would fill with the most esteemed women in the world: leaders, artists, welders, carpenters, and fierce warriors from distant lands. As always, there would be no men—they were strictly prohibited on Themyscira. Diana had never met one in her life.

Her mother would stay busy in meetings with world leaders for much of the week, but Diana loved exploring the tented stalls to try out the latest technology in steel plate armor or to gaze in wonder at the pottery and paintings artisans had brought with them from around the world. Last summer was the first year Sakina and Diana were allowed to take part in lessons offered by experts in their respective crafts. Sewing, welding, woodwork . . . The girls tried them all. Diana remembered the wooden dolls with the matching lopsided grins they’d carved—she still laughed any time she saw the creation resting on her bedroom shelf.

A battle cry sounded in the distance. Diana glanced at the grassy coliseum shaded by a grove of olive trees at the island’s center. Columns with marble statues of the goddesses Athena, Artemis, and Hera gazed down on the Amazon warriors who, with swords drawn, were finishing the last of their martial arts lessons before the festival was to begin. A familiar wistful tug pulled at Diana’s heart as she watched the women swivel and twirl with their weapons like graceful dancers in silver and bronze plate armor. More than anything in the world, she longed to train alongside them.

Just then a bird trilled near her ears.

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