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Sanctuary: Chapter 51. Challenging the Chancellor. :icontaylornicolereed:TaylorNicoleReed 2 2
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Santuary: Chapter 50. Probable Cause.
    Later that morning, at a quarter past eleven, two figures armed with a pair of pistols and a small leather satchel, crept around the back of Head Chancellor Cordell's lavish home and jumped over the garden wall. True to Joseph's prediction, the courtyard was all but deserted, and they had no trouble getting through. Wilhelm positioned himself against the wall by the side door, pretending to smoke his pipe as he surveyed the courtyard. Beside him, unseen over the garden hedge, Joseph knelt in front of the lock on the door, with two picks in his hands and a leather roll, which contained the rest of a well-used set of picks, laid out on the step at his feet. The lock clicked open, and Joseph scooped up his kit as they slipped inside, locking the door again behind them.
    Wilhelm whistled quietly. “Would you look at this place?” He stared around at the ostentatious furnishings of the kitchen and dining room in amazement. “I've
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Sanctuary: Chapter 49. Joseph's Suspicions.
    True to his word, Joseph began helping out in Sanctuary's agricultural district as soon as he and Wilhelm returned. On a particularly warm morning not long after their return, he set about reaping wheat in the lower field. He heard one of the girls collecting wheat begin to giggle, and he looked up. Wilhelm was walking toward him, rolling up his sleeves.
    “What are you doing out here?” Joseph frowned at him.
    Wilhelm accepted the scythe the giggling girl handed him. “Well, I don't have anything better to do.” He grinned. “Might as well make myself useful.”
    Joseph grinned his thanks and showed Wilhelm the motion he had learned for cutting the stalks of wheat. Wilhelm struggled at first to get the motion right, and Joseph couldn't help laughing.
    As he fell into synchronization with Joseph, Wilhelm went on the defensive. “What are
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Sanctuary: Chapter 48. Silver Linings. :icontaylornicolereed:TaylorNicoleReed 2 4
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Sanctuary: Chapter 47. The Citadel.
    Joseph paused to tilt the brim of his hat lower against the bright afternoon sun. The horse beside him snorted, and he patted her neck as he surveyed their surroundings. It was slower going than he liked with the cart, and the horses were beginning to grow tired from their long trek. The road behind them seemed to stretch on forever, disappearing into the hills along the horizon. They had lost sight of the last crossroads before noon, and the river before them marked the last landmark before they reached the bridge to the Citadel. As they crossed the bridge, Wilhelm suddenly paused, looking all around.
    “What is it?” Joseph glanced over at him, then saw him relax.
    “Deer.” He nodded his head farther down river.
    Joseph turned to see a full herd of deer standing near the water's edge. Several of the bucks were paired off, locking antlers over the does standing nearby. The
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Sanctuary: Chapter 46. Summer's End.
    Xavier paused at the edge of their compound upon his return, feeling the unnatural stillness around him. Something was wrong. He could almost taste it in the air. He forced himself through the change as fast as he was able, but as a result could barely drag himself to the door of the longhouse. Elgin met him at the door, looking very grim.
    “What is it, Elgin?” Xavier hurried to pull on his trousers as he spoke, looking up at his second in command.
    Elgin couldn't seem to bring himself to reply. He finally shook his head and just stepped aside. Xavier pushed past him, forcing his way into the longhouse. There was a large crowd gathered around the nearest table, and they looked up at him almost with pity in their eyes, and a few tears. A knife twisted in Xavier's gut. He was almost too afraid to approach the table, but somehow his legs carried him there anyway. As Xavier looked down, he felt his soul wrenc
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Sanctuary: Chapter 45. The Seed of Doubt. :icontaylornicolereed:TaylorNicoleReed 3 0
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Sanctuary: Chapter 44. Hubris.
    The cupboard that blocked the tunnel out of Dante's basement opened with a bang, rattling the jars on the nearby shelves. If he was surprised to see Xavier angry, he hid it well. Indeed, he seemed more surprised by Xavier's haggard appearance. Xavier's face was particularly gaunt, with sunken eyes and a yellow hue.
    Xavier slammed the cupboard shut angrily. “What the hell have you been doing up here?” He was nearly shouting. “You'd better watch your arse, Dante! The Hunters are getting too nosy.”
    Dante waved him off, taking his time sorting through the cupboards of stored foods. “All under control, Xavier. My man on the inside is keeping close watch on them. I'm handling it.”
    “You had better be.” Xavier pointed his walking stick at him. “If that Hunter starts nosing around here you're through,” he warned. “Keep them busy.
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Sanctuary: Chapter 43. Division on the Council.
    The Council's Chamber was sweltering, even in the late afternoon chill. Standing on the dais between the wide glass dome above, and the lowest part of the room below, Joseph felt like a calf ready for roasting. The glowering face of the High Chancellor did little to relax him. How did Inanna keep her courage in such a place? Joseph thought of the townspeople's hungry faces, and steeled himself against the High Chancellor's onslaught.
    “We must tighten our belts,” The High Chancellor repeated. “They understand times are difficult.”
    That was easy for the Chancellor to say. While everyone around him grew thin, he, Reynolds, and Adams seemed fatter than ever, as though puffed up by their bloated egos.
    Joseph barely managed to keep his tone civil. “Aye, they understand times are hard, but that doesn't ease their hunger. If we tighten their belts anymore, they'll starv
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Sanctuary: Chapter 42. Reluctant Leader Rising.
    Several days later, Joseph stood outside the churchyard gate, overseeing the ration table. He kept his arms crossed and his head down, tired from a poor night's sleep. Someone put a hand to his shoulder, and he jumped, lifting up the brim of his hat to see who it was.
    He sighed. “Mornin', Father Lawrence.”
    “Good morning, my son.” The priest smiled at him, but his piercing eyes were concerned. “You are not your usual self today. Is everything all right?”
    Joseph sighed again. “Aye, Father. Just tired.” He avoided eye contact. “I've been up the last few nights getting ready to leave.”
    Father Lawrence nodded, but eyed him knowingly. “I hope your trip to Refuge is a pleasant one,” he said. “Perhaps the time apart will do you some good, and everything can be resolved between you upon your return.&
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Sanctuary: Chapter 41. Matthias Cartwright
    Inanna paused outside the third research lab and took several deep breaths to compose herself. Her lower lip quivered, and she produced a handkerchief from the pocket of her dress, pressing it to her face with a quiet sob. She dabbed the tears from her eyes and took another deep, calming breath, her hand holding tightly to the latch on the door. She closed her eyes for a moment, then put the handkerchief away and opened the door.
    Inside, she was taken aback to see Matthias Cartwright standing over Ezekiel while he worked. Adelaide rushed over to meet Inanna at the door, looking very frazzled.
    “Oh, thank goodness.” She huffed as Inanna stepped inside and shut the door. Adelaide took a moment to straighten her robes before she continued, looking angrily in Matthias's direction as she spoke. “Will you please tell me who this man is and why he insists on getting in the way of our research?”
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The Penniless King
    Long ago, when Aror was young, and the gods still took a direct hand in our lives, there was a mighty kingdom. For many generations this kingdom had stood proud and strong against the storms that crashed against its southern cliffs. Their king was just and fair, and he was known far and wide for his kindness and his love for his people.
    The king had led them for many prosperous years, but now the people struggled. Famine and drought swept the land, leaving empty bellies and misery in their wake. The king reached out to the other kingdoms nearby, but they were likewise affected, and had nothing to spare. He rationed what little food they had, even going hungry himself as he tried to help as many as he could, but he wept for them all and for their plight, for he knew not what to do.
    One day, after the king had once more given away his own meals to feed those coming to him for help, he saw a great flash of light. A be
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Sanctuary: Chapter 40. Rejection.
    The first day of autumn took everyone by surprise not long after, greeting them one morning with a crisp frost and a cold, northern wind that seemed to chill them to the bone. Fires were lit all over the compound, and here and there pockets of Hunters congregated around the warmth provided by the iron braziers that dotted the grounds. Hunts became a dreaded chore, since the necessity of night made them by far the coldest and most miserable jobs available. Only Zachariah, with his Garoux blood, seemed immune to the cold. His Guild Mates watched almost with envy as he continued to wander the compound much the same as he always had, clad only in his trousers and thin shoes. He had cheerfully taken on the job of fire tender, and could be seen darting across the grounds at all hours, feeding the fires a steady supply of wood in his eagerness to be useful.
    On one particularly cold morning, Inanna bundled up and prepared herself to head out acro
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Sanctuary: Chapter 39. Before the Council
    The banging of a gavel echoed painfully in Zachariah's sensitive ears as he slowly drifted back into consciousness. Someone kicked his chair, and he flinched. The thick silver chains that bound him to his seat rattled, burning his arms and chest. They had removed the leather wrappings from his collar, and his throat was now raw from contact with the uncovered silver. A hand caught a fistful of his hair, and he whimpered, feeling his head jerked back. Damp leather pressed hard against his face and was tied behind his head, forming a makeshift muzzle. The hand released him, shoving his head forward. He cried out again when his chin made contact with the exposed silver around his neck, and someone laughed. Within minutes, the leather against his lower face was hot and uncomfortable. Sweat collected beneath his nose, making it difficult to breathe. He dared lift his head, looking around the room fearfully. The filtered light coming down through the glass domed ceili
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:droplet: Oh my goodness! I just finished The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman, and I am still reeling from the story. The introduction to the story grabbed my attention right off. Here, read it for yourself!
"It was only a duck pond, out at the back of the farm. It wasn't very big. 
Lettie Hempstock said it was an ocean, but I knew that was silly. She said they'd come here across the ocean from the old country. 
Her mother said that Lettie didn't remember properly, and it was a long time ago, and anyway, the old country had sunk.
Old Mrs. Hempstock, Lettie's grandmother, said they were both wrong, and that the place that had sunk wasn't really the old country. She said she could remember the really old country.
She said the really old country had blown up.
 
:droplet: It's like the written account of a strong dream. Crisp and clear in the moment, but fuzzy around the edges and hazy after it's over. A seamless blend of fact and fiction, myth and reality, that kept me turning the page until it was over. Lettie is almost mythological herself, an odd mixture of ageless wisdom and magic in the form of an eleven-year-old girl with auburn hair and freckles. Her mother and grandmother are likewise a mixture of otherworldly and familiar, from their snip-and-sew to the full moon shining on the inside stairs, to the warm milk and comfort food they feed the boy when he visits. 

 :droplet:The story itself only takes place over the course of a few days, and to tell the truth I had expected a longer book. When I saw its size, I was at first disappointed, but once I began I scarcely noticed how many pages there were or what was left. There's not a moment of downtime between the opal miner's arrival and the end of the book, and it's all carefully crafted into the sometimes confused or uncomprehending retelling of a seven-year-old boy who might not understand the workings of adults, but knows a great deal about the strange goings on that he himself doesn't seem to fully remember. 

:droplet: This book absolutely entranced me. I can't believe I waited so long to read it.
  Five stars. 


Star! Star! Star! Star! Star! 

(Review also published on my Goodreads account @: The Ocean at the End of the Lane: Review)
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