For anyone who wasn't there at the start of this story, here it is in short. George, Luna and Mr Wheeler built an iron body for the whole little town, with elbows that know where to stop and an empty frame on its back. But it only moved when George turned the crank, because not a single thread of...
The first snow stayed.
That doesn't happen in Betweenhills straight away. Usually the snow shows itself a few times first, gets frightened and goes away again. This year it lay down on the rooftops three weeks after the very first flake, and it stayed, as if somebody had told it that it was welcome...
For anyone who wasn't there at the start of this story, here it is in short. Since that morning at the well, Spark no longer shines in just one place, but everywhere two people are really together. And when she tells the children, "Close your eyes," they can see the threads that join the people of...
The first frost came to Betweenhills on a Tuesday.
Nobody saw it arrive. In the morning it was simply there — on the roofs, on the rim of the well, and on the pumpkins that nobody was selling any more, but that nobody had got round to clearing away either. Mr Sparrow the baker said that the dough...
For anyone who wasn't there at the start of this story, here it is in short. In the middle of the Blind Passage it is dark, and nothing must burn in there. So the children brought in light from outside, borrowed light: with Mr Pearson's sign, a piece of metal from an old bucket and a white board...
In a valley between two hills lies the little town of Betweenhills. On the left stands Falcon Peak, bald on top, with the observatory up on its ridge. On the right stands the Crag, covered in beech trees, with a name much uglier than it deserves. Down in the square there is a stone well, and next...
For anyone who wasn't there at the start of this story, here it is in short. In her great-grandmother's calendar Luna found Longhair, a long-haired star that comes back once every eighty-four years and can be seen on only four evenings, and those evenings were coming right now. But you can only see...
Almost three weeks had passed since the morning when something miraculous happened at the well, and it was still the same October.
For anyone who wasn't there, here it is in short. One Tuesday a cart came into Betweenhills with grey boxes on it, and people bought them because they looked cosy....
You have just opened this book. But if a thousand children opened it on the very same evening, something strange would happen: they would read a thousand different books.
One would see an adventure in it, and would spend the whole time wondering, more than anything, whether the children would make...
