Martine Leavitt offers a spellbinding story, interweaving elements of classic fantasy and high romance in this National Book Award Finalist. Keturah follows a legendary hart into the king's forest, where she becomes hopelessly lost. Her strength diminishes until, finally, she realizes that death ...
MARTINE LEAVITT REQUIREMENTTom wakes up in a park with no recollection of who he is, where his lives, or where he comes from. His backpack gives him virtually no clues, except a note that says, "you're nice." Tom realizes that he doesn't know who he is, but he wants to be nice, smart, and good. H...
I read the best I could. But he got mad and said, that sentence has an elliptical clause, so read it like that. He talked about subordinate conjunctions and the subjunctive mood. What fear I then? rather, what know to fear Under this ignorance of go...
“Climb! Climb the cliffs!” called the rams. As though he had heard it many times before, Tuk knew the sound of the puma’s soft step into the meadow. “Climb!” called the ewes and the yearlings. “Climb! Climb!” Alongside Rim, Tuk ran to the cliff, but he slowed when he heard Mouf’s cry behind him. ...
Susie sat on the sled. We both knew we were eating the last of our gorp and beef jerky. We had two bottles of water left, some raisins, and two small tubes of peanut butter. That had to be breakfast the next day, our last meal on the ice. I didn’t say anything to Susie, but I was guessing we were...