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Copyright © 2010 by Stephen Chambers

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Cover design by Liz Demeter/Demeter Design

Cover illustrations © Ana Bagayan

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication data is on file with the publisher.

Source of Production: Webcom, Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Date of Production: October 2010

Run Number: 13730

Printed and bound in Canada.

WC 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

For Ellie

Contents

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1: Packing for a Trip

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2: The Warning

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3: Grandma Diana

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4: Tea but No TV

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5: The Storm

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6: The Gift

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7: In the Night

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8: New Acquaintances

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9: Severe Weather

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10: Places to Go

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11: The Keeper

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12: The Way Down

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13: Hotland

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14: The Kangaroo

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15: Applepatch Mary

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16: Miles-and-Miles

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17: The Purple Marsh

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18: The Hidden Tree

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19: Introductions

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20: Meal Time

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21: Thomas

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22: The Fall of the Raven King

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23: Laughter

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24: Dark Water

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25: The Raven King’s Vengeance

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26: Tunnels

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27: The Riddle

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28: The Chasm

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29: Handholds

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30: One Champion

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31: The Race to Stop Him

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32: The Soldier’s Forum

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33: Breathe

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34: The Attack

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35: The Return

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36: The Trap

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37: Run

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38: Rachel

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39: The Burning Island

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40: The Triangle

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41: Grandma Diana’s Flat

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42: Two Families

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43: Bombs and Birds

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44: The Shelter

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45: Hidden Treasure

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46: No Choice

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47: Claws

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48: How the Story Ends

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49: The Crater

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50: The Old Wall

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51: The Tolec Hand

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52: The Stone Lake

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53: The Forgotten Woods

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54: Pancake Time

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55: Mary’s Bargain

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56: The Steel Mountain

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57: Dark Magic

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58: The Confrontation

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59: Jane and the Raven King

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60: The World Restored

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Back Cover

I
don’t believe it,” Jane murmured.

Outside, a squirrel was wedged into a hole in the tree.
It’s stuck,
Jane thought, but then the squirrel popped out with a little black box. Jane stopped copying her spelling words, checked to be sure Mrs. Alterman wasn’t watching, and leaned on her desk for a better look. No, it wasn’t a box; it was a suitcase. At first, Jane was sure she must be mistaken, but as she watched, the squirrel opened the tiny suitcase and began arranging nuts and acorns inside.

“Impossible.”

Mrs. Alterman lowered her red pen and frowned. “Hm?”


Implacable
,” Jane said. “
I-M-P
…”

Mrs. Alterman said, “
Silently
please,” and then returned to her grading. Jane glanced back out the window. The squirrel was packing in twitches and nervous half-starts, as if he were rushed and couldn’t decide which nuts to leave and which to bring. He ducked back into the tree hole and returned with a scrap of blue fabric that he clutched to his furry chest for a long moment. Then he laid it carefully in the suitcase before closing the bag.

The bell rang.

“How far along are you, Jane?” Mrs. Alterman asked. “
Jane?

Jane said, “There’s a squirrel…”

Mrs. Alterman took Jane’s quiz to check the scribbled spelling words on the back as the kids came in loudly from recess. “You can finish the rest tomorrow. No more daydreaming like you did this morning. Get to class, Jane.”

“But he has a suitcase—look.”


A suitcase?
” Mrs. Alterman stepped closer to the window. The squirrel and his miniature black suitcase were gone. “Where?”

Michael approached behind Jane. “Is there something outside?”

Mrs. Alterman brightened. “Your sister has made friends with a squirrel,” she said. “A squirrel with
luggage
.”

Before Michael could speak, Jane said, “Mrs. Alterman, you saw him on the branch. He was right there.”

“Why aren’t you in class?” Michael said.

“Thank you, Michael,” Mrs. Alterman said, and to Jane, “You can learn a lot from your younger brother. The first rule of success is punctuality. That’s spelled
P-U
, Jane.”

The class laughed, and Jane went into the hall just as the other teachers closed their doors. The bell rang again; she was late for math.

The day only got worse from there. After a lecture from Mr. Hendricks about how irresponsible and selfish it was to come to class late, she got a C- on her social studies test. Then she had to endure another language arts class, this time at the front of the class so Mrs. Alterman could smirk disapprovingly at Jane’s doodled-on English book and call on her for every other question.

Between classes, Jane went to her locker alone. The inside door
was stickered with a photo of a gorilla and environmental bumper stickers:
It’s Not Easy Being Green
and
Save the Humans!

Behind Jane, the leader of the popular girls, Alison, said, “What a loser. She doesn’t even have a cell phone. Do you
know
what an iPod is, Jane?” Jane tried to ignore Alison and her friends, but Alison continued, “So, did you see the new episode last night? Oh, that’s right—you don’t watch TV.” She nodded to a book. “Is that the stupid nature book you were reading by yourself at lunch? Is that worm on the cover one of your friends?”

Jane said, “
My
friends are worms? Look who’s talking.”

Alison slammed the locker, just missing Jane’s fingers, and the girls all laughed as they left.

After school, Jane sat at the top of the steps outside the side entrance, and when the last of Michael’s friends had been picked up, he joined her.

“So, you saw a talking squirrel?” he said.

“Shut up.”

“Let’s go get a soda,” Michael said.

Two blocks off school property was a corner convenience store called Napps. It was a dingy shop across the street from the water treatment plant and Sadley Community College, and it sold everything from grinning green Buddha candles and switchblades to buckets of chlorine and soda. Jane checked her watch: 3:35. Their father wouldn’t be there to pick them up until at least four o’clock.

“I don’t want to,” Jane said. “Dad told us not to leave the school grounds.”

“It’s only around the corner. Come on, I’m thirsty.”

“No.”

“Fine,” he said and got up. “
I’m
going then.”

“Michael…”

He started walking, so she reluctantly went with him. When they crossed through the school fence to a residential sidewalk, Michael said, “So, you had a bad day?”

“You could say that.”

Jane watched the tree branches sway overhead, and her stomach clenched. The leaves rustled in the wind. She stopped.

Michael said, “What’s up, Jane?”

“Something’s wrong,” she said. “Don’t you feel that?”

“Feel what?”

“I don’t know.” Cars passed, and a pair of nannies walked by pushing baby strollers. They were both talking on cell phones.

“Come
on
,” Michael said again. “I’m thirsty.”

Jane nodded and continued with him to Napps, waiting by racks of candy bars and incense as Michael selected a drink from behind the sliding refrigerator door.
I
did
feel something
, Jane thought.
I noticed something, as if part of the world were off balance or had suddenly changed to a different color. But
what?

Michael bought his drink and said, “Are you going to tell me about the squirrel? What did Mrs. Alterman mean?”

Jane started to answer, then froze as they went back outside. A grizzled old man with white eyes—the frosted pupils of a blind man—was waiting with a fat German shepherd. The man wore a
leather coat and blue cap, and he held the dog on a thick chain. Watching Michael’s soda, the German shepherd whimpered, and Michael took Jane’s arm as she stared at the old man’s eyes.

“Do you know the name of the world?” the man said. “Did she tell you?”

Jane didn’t move. “The name of the world—you mean
Earth?

“Do you know where it is?” He hobbled closer. “They will come for it very soon—do you understand?” The dog flopped onto his back, belly in the air, paws curled. “Well?” the old man said.

Jane said, “I’m sorry…?”

“He would like,” the old man said gravely, “a tummy rub.”

“Oh.” Jane knelt to rub the German shepherd’s belly, and the dog bicycled his hind legs, eyes closed as he wagged his tail and farted loudly.

Jane laughed. “He’s cute.”


Finn
,” the old man told the dog. “Mind your tail. She’s only a child.”

“Finn is a nice name,” Jane said. “Is there something wrong with his tail?”

“He’s a boxer,” the old man said. “Very dangerous.”

“A boxer? He looks like a German shepherd to me.”

“A
tail
boxer,” the old man said.


Jane
,” Michael said. “Come on.”

“There isn’t much time,” the old man said, and he smiled, showing yellowish teeth. “But if you follow me, we may still stop him.”

“Stop who?”

Michael pulled her arm again. “
Jane
.”

The old man said, “The black heart of the world, the prince of justice made miserable, the broken one.” When she didn’t answer, he lowered his voice. “The Raven King.”

“I’m sorry,” Jane said. “I can’t do that right now. I have to go.”

“Please,” the old man called after them. “You are in danger, both of you.
Finn
—mind your tail…”

When they’d walked a block, Michael said, “What is wrong with you? You’re talking to crazy people in the street—what if he had tried to hurt you?”

“I’m sorry.” Jane shook her head. “You’re right.” But the nervousness in her gut was back, and now her chest constricted, making it harder to breathe. Something
was
wrong.

“What would Mom and Dad say if they’d seen you talking to that crazy man and his dog?”

Jane forced a smile. “I didn’t talk to the dog. You don’t think it’s possible a squirrel would—?” And she realized what it was.

“A squirrel would what?”

“I know what’s wrong,” she said. “The trees—everything is too quiet.”

Michael didn’t understand. “Too quiet?”

As they came back onto the school grounds, they saw their father, arms across his chest, leaning against his car. He was chatting with Mrs. Alterman.

“Oh, no,” Michael said. “He came early.”

Mrs. Alterman shouted, “There they are!”

Their father gestured to the backseat. “In the car—
now
.”

Michael looked at Jane before they got in. “Too quiet…?”

“The animals,” she said. “They’re leaving.”

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