![]() ![]() It isn’t something to fret about, not in a fearful way. The woods come and they go, like the sun, like the wind, like the seasons. But just as often, an old fence was uncovered by the woods as they retreated, or a long-lost watering hole suddenly appeared again, where it hadn’t been for near fifty years. In years gone past, this happened now and again: a goatherd would complain of his flock’s favorite hill being eaten by shadows and trunks, or a shed alongside the trees would rust overnight and be crawling with vines in the morning. And all along beside it, the woods stretch on and on, where no woods were the night before. One evening a well will be standing untouched, a good twenty feet from the shade, and when the farmer’s daughter goes to draw water in the morning, there will be nothing left but a pile of stones and a new tree or three growing out of the rubble. Title.ĪLL SUMMER LONG the villagers have been talking of the woods.Įven those living many hills away can see it: their crops are disappearing their land is shrinking by the day. ![]() ![]() Summary: Marni, a young flower seller who has been living in exile, must choose between claiming her birthright as princess of a realm whose king wants her dead, and a life with the father she has never known-a wild dragon. The Library of Congress has cataloged the print edition as follows: For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book, write to Permissions, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, 215 Park Avenue South, New York, New York 10003. ![]()
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