Twelve-year-old Henry York wakes up one night to find bits of plaster in his hair. Two knobs have broken through the wall above his bed and one of them is slowly turning . . .Henry scrapes the plaster off the wall and discovers cupboards of all different sizes and shapes. Through one he can... read more
“"Why are you in a clock?"”Richard
“"He was a friend. And a fool like his father before him and all his descendants . Now let go of the rope before i lay a curse on you."”Eli FitzFaeren
“The wind scratched its back along the side of the barn. The stars swung slowly across the roof of the world, and the grass swayed and grew, content to be the world's carpet but still desiring to be taller.”
An old glove’s the best glove. You can’t buy history new.”Highlighted by 19 Kindle customers
Tumbleweeds are like people. They tend to collect someplace out of the wind.”Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
It has been long since your family disturbed my mother’s rest in the cold darkness, but it is always your family.Highlighted by 12 Kindle customers
Can’t tolerate a dull knife. Anybody half smart keeps their knives sharp.”Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
There is a bus station in Henry, but it isn’t on Main Street. It’s one block north—the town fathers hadn’t wanted all the additional traffic.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
“I’m Anastasia,” the smallest girl said.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
She had planned to wear her best dress on principle—it was the sort of thing her mother would have done—but she had no idea which of her dresses was best, or how to begin the selection process. It was even possible that she didn’t have a dress that was best.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
Henry, Kansas, is a hot town. And a cold town. It is a town so still there are times when you can hear a fly trying to get through the window of the locked-up antique store on Main Street.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
“It’s the same with people. If they’re a little lost, they get blown around until they drop into some shelter or hole or culvert.”Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
It’s the dull knife that cuts you.” Frank leaned over and slapped Henry’s knee. “You aren’t gonna slip whittling with a sharp blade. And if you did, the cut would be cleaner and easier to tend. Sharp knives are safer.Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
Gratitude
About the Author
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