The pages had disappeared and shrunk back into fingers, but faint ridges still existed where the bindings had been. Howard was tight-lipped with concentration. “What just happened?” “I think she almost got our souls,” Fern said, still dazed. She opened and closed her hands to make sure they still...
And, like the nunnery pantry, it was lined with oversized cans of soup on shelves (Much too big and too plentiful for one person, Oyster thought). But unlike the food in the nunnery’s walk-in pantry, everything was covered in blue feathers. “Iglits,” Ringet explained, while putting sheets on the ...
Her grandmother called her to the house. Fern ran to her, ripped open the letter her grandmother had been holding and read it out loud while following her grandmother upstairs. Dear Fern, I have the Bone. I want the book. I believe you’ve heard of The Art of Being Anybody? I’ll come to collect it...