Emma Mathews never believed she was like everyone else, but neither did she think herself crazy. Meeting Joe Castlellaw, Henry Dearborn High’s newest student, was like waking on a cold rock in a strange place, the world bathed in liquid moonlight. Everything is different now…and fraught. Visions of a dark forest, a screaming woman and blood have begun to haunt Emma’s dreams, and not only at night. But Joe’s lonely beauty makes her float on air, and she would follow him anywhere—out of high school and through the great tree, to a world of poetry and political savagery, of magic and murder, to a life that is entirely theirs and yet unlike anything they have ever known.
The sound came again, the gentle hum Emma heard before the man left. It went on lightly, like background music in a store. Inside the hum, so faintly she wasn’t sure if she heard it, a human-seeming voice occasionally whispered. The rasping, musical sound belonged to neither the white-haired man nor his distant counterpart. Emma listened closely to see if she could hear what the voice said. She couldn’t, but as soon as she forgot about it the voice was clear again, like those books where you can only see the secret picture when you squish your eyes and half-stare at the page.
The airy language sounded like disconnected lines of poetry or spoken songs, or bits of speeches and unconnected conversations: questions and answers that didn’t originally belong to one another. Emma listened without trying, and the words blended together to form a single idea.
An occasional travel writer, Mary Beth has written about Paris, Bordeaux, and Yorkshire, where she hiked the moors to the legendary setting for WUTHERING HEIGHTS and stood breathless in the parsonage room where Charlotte, Anne, and Emily Bronte talked out their stories with each other.
And if I seem a little strange, well that’s because I am.
Also loves octopuses.
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