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In this classic adventure from Newbery Medalist Susan Cooper, two strangers embark on a quest for the sea that’s filled with mystery, fantasy, and danger.

His name is West. Her name is Cally. They speak different languages and come from different countries thousands of miles apart, but they do not know that. What they do know are the tragedies that


In this classic adventure from Newbery Medalist Susan Cooper, two strangers embark on a quest for the sea that’s filled with mystery, fantasy, and danger.

His name is West. Her name is Cally. They speak different languages and come from different countries thousands of miles apart, but they do not know that. What they do know are the tragedies that took their parents, then wrenched the two of them out of reality and into a strange and perilous world through which they must travel together, understanding only that they must reach the sea. Together, West and Cally embark upon a strange and sometimes terrifying quest, learning to survive and to love—and, at last, discovering the true secret of their journey.

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*"An exhilarating book."
Children's Literature - Jean Boreen
This reissue of this Susan Cooper novel may well introduce new readers to the author's beautiful use of language and fantasy book that harkens back to the older fantasies of L'Engle and Cooper herself. Two young people, West and Cally, find themselves in a strange world very different than the ones in which each came from. Joined together by the common tragedies they face—West's mother has recently been killed and Cally's father is dying and her mother leaves Cally at home by herself when she goes off to take care of Cally's father—and their indomitable will to understand the world they have been thrust into, West and Cally journey through this strange new world, heading towards the sea and, possibly, the answers to some of their questions. Aided along the way by both human as well as more mythic characters, West and Cally have to make choices that will, ultimately, help them determine both their identities as well as their fates. Younger readers should find this book interesting for the fantasy elements, although this story moves as a slower pace than many of the more contemporary fantasies, which may create a challenge for some readers. That said, this is a beautifully told story about loss, love, and growing up. Reviewer: Jean Boreen, Ph.D.
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"Cooper has a real talent for creating mood, for building suspense from obscure dialogue and brief encounters."

*"An exhilarating book."

"A spellbinder."

*"An exhilarating book."

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Margaret K. McElderry Books
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  • Westerly came down the path at a long lope, sliding over the short moorland grass. His pack thumped against his back with each stride. A lark flicked suddenly into the air a yard away from him; flew low for a few feet; dropped; flew again.

    “Go home,” he said. “It’s not you they want.”

    He strode on without pausing, without turning to see the bird wheel and dart her watchful way back to the nest. He had promised himself not to look behind him—not more than once every mile. He had turned too often in the last few days, expecting always to see the figures prickling the horizon, far-off but implacable, following. But each time the hills had been empty.

    Beyond the hollow in the moors that he was crossing now, the land rose again in a long bony sweep, purple and green, dappled by cloud shadow. But trees clustered in the hollow, and faintly he could hear water splashing. He was thirsty, and hungry too; he had been walking since first light, and the sun was hot now, halfway up the sky. He came to a fork in the faintly-marked path, the way trodden no longer by men but written on the land by the memory of them, and he turned downhill to the sound of the running stream.

    It ran fast, wider than he had expected, eddying bright round glistening grey stones. Westerly curled himself awkwardly round a young alder clump and lay flat, splashing his hot face, drinking until he gasped. Water ran down his chest as he sat up, making tiny runic letters out of the tentative dark hair that was beginning to thicken there, and his wet shirt came clammy-cold against his skin.

    For a while he prowled the banks of the stream, pausing wherever a rock turned the quick water aside into a pool. Each time he lay flat beside the pool, motionless, staring down; then patiently rose again, shouldered his creased leather pack and moved onto the next. By the time he had found what he was looking for, his shirt was long dry and the sun was high overhead, hot on his back.

    He went back through the trees to stare out over the hazy purple moorland, but in all the rolling miles nothing moved.

    Westerly lay down again on the bank of the stream, his chin propped on a big overhanging rock, and carefully lowered his right hand into a pool fringed with green weed. His fingers moved, unceasingly but almost imperceptibly, rippling as the weed rippled. Very soon in the cold mountain water his whole hand was numb, but gently he kept the fingers waving, waving, and his arm moving slowly, very slowly, to one side—until with a swift sure lunge he thrust two fingers into the gills of the trout that had hung there all this time resting in the little slow-eddying pool, and he rolled over stiff-armed and brought the fish out twisting silver and frantic onto the grass.

    “Sorry,” Westerly said to the flailing bright body, and he hit it once with a stone and it lay still. For a few minutes he sat hunched in the sunshine, turning and twisting his stiff neck, with his cold right hand cradled in his left armpit to thaw. Then he took kindling and a long knife from his pack, made a fire, gutted the fish and held it skewered on the knife to cook. In the sunlight the fire was scarcely visible, after its beginning smoke; only its heat rippled the air. The silver fish blackened and sputtered, and the smell of it made Westerly’s stomach clutch at him with emptiness. But before he ate, he went once more to the edge of the trees, to look back.

    The moors were empty still. Only the cloud-shadows moved.

    He picked the fish clean and stamped out the dying fire. Then he took the glistening white skeleton, tipped still with head and tail-fin, and laid it across the blackened twigs pointing back the way that he had come. He took out his knife and raised it high, stabbing the blade down into the ground behind the white bone-arrow’s tail, and hesitantly, trying to remember, he said some words under his breath.

    And the skeleton of the fish called out, in a thin high scream shrilling like a cicada, and Westerly knew that there was danger, that he must go on.

    He threw bone and ashes into the swift water, wiped his knife clean, shouldered his pack and set out once more, striding wearily towards the upland path that led away over the hill.

  • Meet the Author

    Susan Cooper is the recipient of the Margaret A. Edwards Award for Lifetime Achievement. Her classic five-book fantasy sequence The Dark Is Rising won the Newbery Medal and a Newbery Honor and has sold millions of copies worldwide. She is also the author of Victory, a Booklist Top Ten Historical Fiction for Youth book and a Washington Post Top Ten for Children novel; King of Shadows, a Boston Globe-Horn Book Award Honor book; The Boggart; Seaward; Ghost Hawk; and many other acclaimed novels for young readers and listeners. She lives in Massachusetts, and you can visit her online at TheLostLand.com.

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    I was on vacation with my family and happened upon this book.I thought it looked like my kind of book so I bought it. I'm writing my own book and thought it may help me with ideas.It did , but even better I found a new series! I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did (and am! I'm reading it again!) ~a sequel or series to follow would be REALLY great! I didn't want it to end!
    Guest More than 1 year ago
    This books rocks because it's full of love romance adventure and trust
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    This book absolutely took my breath away... the imagery is incredible and the characters are real. The book leaves you in a slightly sad but very thoughtful mood.
    Guest More than 1 year ago
    This book takes you on a mystical journey in a far away land where any thing is possible. The two main characters have only two things in common. There both lost in an unframiliar and inchanted land and they're both looking for thre families. follow the characters through perilouse dangers, great adventures, and the discovery of love.