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Edward thought he had picked up a rock. He didn’t know it was a sleeping Time Fetch—and touching it would alter the entire fabric of time and space.

Under normal circumstances, a Time Fetch sends out its foragers to collect only those moments that will never be missed or regretted. It then rests, waiting to be called back by the Keeper, who distributes the gathered time ...

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Edward thought he had picked up a rock. He didn’t know it was a sleeping Time Fetch—and touching it would alter the entire fabric of time and space.

Under normal circumstances, a Time Fetch sends out its foragers to collect only those moments that will never be missed or regretted. It then rests, waiting to be called back by the Keeper, who distributes the gathered time where it is needed in our world and others.

When eighth-grader Edward innocently mistakes a sleeping Fetch for an ordinary rock, he wakes its foragers too early, and they begin to multiply and gobble up too much time. Soon the bell rings to end class just as it’s begun. Buses race down streets, too far behind schedule to stop for passengers. Buildings and sidewalks begin to disappear, as the whole fabric of the universe starts to unravel.

To try and stop the foragers, Edward must depend on the help of his classmates Feenix, Danton, and Brigit—whether he likes it or not. They all have touched the Fetch, and it has drawn them together in a strange and thrilling adventure in which the boundaries between worlds and dimensions are blurred. The places and creatures on the other side are much like the ones they’ve always known—but slightly twisted, a little darker, and much more dangerous.

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Publishers Weekly
Mythology collides with adventure in adult author Herrick’s children’s book debut, which has echoes of The Dark Is Rising and A Wrinkle in Time. When eighth-grader Edward picks up what he thinks is a rock for science class, he accidentally disturbs a Time Fetch, little knowing it’s full of time-eating foragers. Soon, he and three classmates—athletic Danton, painfully shy Brigit, and abrasive Feenix—are pulled into a quest to prevent the out-of-control foragers from destroying everything. The interference of a trio of witches and the presence of the sinister Unraveler make matters even more complicated while this unlikely quartet works together as time and space collapse all around them. Despite clever use of both metaphysics and folklore and an interesting mix of personalities among the main characters, the story never fully gels. Evocative imagery as the world ends only serves to cover up a storyline in which very little seems to happen. Herrick shows great potential, but this adventure is a bit like a dream: hard to remember once it’s over. Ages 10–up. Agent: Edite Kroll, Edite Kroll Literary Agency. (Aug.)

"[A] transcendent middle-grade debut. An accessible, age-appropriate introduction to deeper themes of both the intellect and the spirit . . . The plot is suspenseful, moves at a rapid pace, and is heavily sprinkled with fascinating characters . . . This book screams for a sequel." --School Library Journal, starred review

"Herrick weaves a fast-paced fantasy with great twists and turns that will grab readers from the start." --Booklist

"Charming and clever . . . All readers will enjoy this novel as an adventure story featuring a team of unlikely friends with an array of talents--each essential to their mission to restore the Fetch to its proper place." --Shelf Awareness


“[A] transcendent middle-grade debut. An accessible, age-appropriate introduction to deeper themes of both the intellect and the spirit . . . The plot is suspenseful, moves at a rapid pace, and is heavily sprinkled with fascinating characters . . . This book screams for a sequel.” --School Library Journal, starred review

“Charming and clever . . . All readers will enjoy this novel as an adventure story featuring a team of unlikely friends with an array of talents--each essential to their mission to restore the Fetch to its proper place.” --Shelf Awareness, starred review

“Herrick weaves a fast-paced fantasy with great twists and turns that will grab readers from the start.” --Booklist

“Take one part quantum physics, one part metaphysical nihilism, one part pagan mysticism, add a handful of truly fantastic fourteen-year-olds, and BAM! You have yourself an amazingly fun book.” --Shelver’s Anonymous

The Time Fetch is a remarkable testament to the power of true friendship, and a thrilling fantasy adventure about the unseen world all around us.” —R. J. Palacio, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Wonder
Children's Literature - Magi Evans
Desperate for a rock to bring to school for a science assignment, Edward uproots a stone in his aunt's backyard. Unknown to Edward, the stone is actually a Time Fetch. The Fetch contains "foragers," tiny beings who steal small bits of time and go unnoticed by anyone until they are called back in by the Queen's song. In moving the stone, Edward has accidently released the foragers on a rampage that could result in the destruction of the universe. Besides Edward, three other students in his science class touch the stone: oddball Feenix, who wears goth clothes and calls Edward "Dweebo;" super-athlete Danton, whose self-confidence makes him the exact opposite of awkward Edward; and fey Brigit, who has not spoken since her baby brother died. Suddenly, the four students are bonded in a quest to get the foragers back into the stone and save the universe. They have no idea what is really going on or why they are drawn to each other, but they are given just enough obscure hints by Edward's aunt, Brigit's grandfather, and their science teacher to figure out what must be done. All the while, they are stalked by an evil Unraveler, who wants to stop them from completing their mission. With the winter solstice approaching, time speeds up as the youngsters struggle toward the completion of their quest. The exciting climax will have readers on the edge of their seats. The author chooses an omniscient point-of-view, so readers get to know all four protagonists' strengths and weaknesses and can easily identify with at least one of these well-drawn characters. Herrick blends fantasy, science fiction, and coming-of-age genres into a thoroughly engaging read. Reviewer: Magi Evans
School Library Journal
Gr 5–8—This transcendent middle-grade debut could almost be subtitled "A Young Person's Guide to Existentialism." The opening scene presents Edward struggling to get out of bed with the knowledge that "it was all dancing atoms. Nothing was solid." It's not a depressing novel, though. The story is strange and beautiful, with profundity hiding in the mundane while science and magic come to a comfortable alliance. After convincing himself to leave his bed, Edward has to find a rock for a science project. The rock turns out to be a Fetch, a magical vessel for small glints of light called Foragers, who collect and feed off unmissed moments of time. But when the mean girl steals Edward's rock and is in turn kidnapped by three evil hags in the classic tradition, the Foragers are let loose and begin wreaking havoc on Brooklyn's temporality. It is up to Edward and three mismatched schoolmates (the popular guy, the nasty girl, and the silent newcomer) to return the Foragers to the Fetch and save the world. The narrative seems to follow a well-trodden path (Brooklyn, fairies, unexpected friendship) but the introduction of scientifically based ennui as well as a deep thread of pagan traditions provides an accessible, age-appropriate introduction to deeper themes of both the intellect and the spirit. But it's not heavy-the plot is suspenseful, moves at a rapid pace, and is heavily sprinkled with fascinating characters. Despite the well-wrapped-up ending, this book screams for a sequel.—Kyle Lukoff, Corlears School, New York City
Kirkus Reviews
A hodgepodge quartet of Brooklyn teens joins forces to defend against the unraveling of time. Edward prefers invisibility to eighth-grade social echelons. Feenix is a gangly queen bee who dishes up acidic insults and trickery. Painfully shy Brigit has been rendered mute by a familial tragedy. Athletic Danton is the goodwill ambassador and friend to all. When they each touch a peculiar stone, they become the only ones capable of preventing the destruction of time. The stone is a Time Fetch, containing time foragers who, under the right command, gather bits of unused time. In the wrong hands, they spell a fast-forward destruction of the world. With four starkly different eighth-grade archetypes, readers are likely to find themselves somewhere in the mix. Each character is interesting enough (though Edward's pagan aunt is generally more intriguing than all four combined), and the book isn't without quirky moments: three gruesome sister witches, panthers stalking in Prospect Park, a shape-shifting villain with backward thumbs. Hope for a fluid narrative is stalled by theorizing and philosophizing about time, and occasional choppy phrasing is equally off-putting. Mostly fun for confirmed fantasy fans, and even their enthusiasm will be diluted by what feels less like narrative and more like lesson. (Fantasy. 12-14)
Andover Bookstore - Christopher Rose

“Remarkable . . . Gripping . . . The Time Fetch is a tale of heroes, and of doing what you think you can’t. But mostly, it is a testament to the power of friendship.”
Christopher Rose, Andover Bookstore

Oblong Books & Music

The Time Fetch is fantastic! Perfect for fans of Wildwood or When You Reach Me, Herrick’s young readers debut is a book I will sell hand over fist. Her plotting and characterization are unmatched, and I cannot wait to put her book into the hands of my customers.”
—Suzanna Hermans, Oblong Books & Music

“Herrick weaves a fast-paced fantasy with great twists and turns that will grab readers from the start.”
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781616202200
  • Publisher: Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill
  • Publication date: 8/27/2013
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 291,312
  • Age range: 10 - 14 Years
  • Lexile: 700L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Amy Herrick is a graduate of the Iowa Writers' Workshop. Every morning, she and her dog take a long walk in Prospect Park looking for adventure. They've seen and heard many wondrous things there, some of which have served as inspiration for this story. The Time Fetch is her first book for young readers.

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By Amy Herrick


Copyright © 2013 Amy Herrick
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-61620-220-0


The Short End of the Year

On a Wednesday night toward the middle of December, the temperature dropped twenty degrees within a few hours. A wind came wolf-howling through the streets. Garbage cans were knocked over and tree branches splintered and snapped to the ground.

Edward slept through it all until the early morning, when he became aware of an incredible racket. It sounded like all the church bells in Brooklyn had gone crazy. But when he sat up, his heart pounding, he realized that it was just his aunt's windchimes jangling away out in her precious garden.

A cold and unmotivating dawn was just now beginning to break in at his window. He saw from the clock that it was a little after seven. He reminded himself that it was all dancing atoms. Nothing was solid.

Pulling the blankets over his head, he caught the tail end of a dream, something about an unfinished homework assignment. It slid by him like a snake into the woods, but the frantic windchimes clanged and clamored as if they were trying to give some sort of warning. Edward, who took his sleeping very seriously, tried to ignore them, but then he remembered. The rock. He was supposed to bring a rock to science class. Mr. Ross had given them two weeks to find a glacial moraine somewhere in New York City and bring back a rock from it.

Edward preferred to wait till the last minute to complete homework assignments. The last minute had arrived.

There must be a rock or two out in his aunt's little garden.


The voice was surely addressing some other Edward.

"Edward, take that blanket off your head."

He pulled the blanket more tightly around himself.

"Taste the air!"

Taste the air? She was a certified fruit loop.

"It will make it easier to wake up. Taste the air."

He didn't want to wake up. He wanted to stay in this warm soft place at least until late spring or early summer.

"You're going to be late for school."

What kind of twisted, criminal mind had come up with this idea of school before noon?

Through the blanket he smelled something. There was a strong burning smell, but then something else brushed lightly against the inside of his nose—something powdery and sweet. It took him a moment to remember. He slid the blanket off his face just enough to be able to stick his tongue in the air. He thought he could taste it—a very, very faint trace of confectioner's sugar melting on his tongue.

Pfeffernusse. The little cinnamon-and-honey-flavored cookies his aunt always made at the start of the winter season. It was an illusion, of course, like everything else. Just little odor molecules firing off the neurons in his nose and then evaporating.

It was an illusion almost worth getting up for, but not quite. He snuggled back down.

There was a loud knock and the door flew open with a bang.

He heard her feet making a pathway through the treacherous swamp of dirty clothing and books and debris that covered the floor of his room. He felt her settle herself on the foot of his bed with a little umph.

"Why don't you just come on in?" he muttered. "Why don't you just come in and make yourself comfy?"

"Edward, there's no time to pussyfoot around here. I have received a warning. The first batch of pfeffernusse caught on fire. That is something that has not happened to me in over ten years and when that occurred ... well, it was a very close call. I think it would be prudent to prepare the house now. I want you to come straight home today. We'll start hanging the evergreens and putting the lights in the windows. The sooner the better. We don't want to wait till the last minute. Time doesn't grow on trees."

"That's money," he muttered from inside his little nest.


"Money. Money doesn't grow on trees."

"Yes, but money is piffle. And time is one of the great treasures."

If he asked her to explain herself, it would encourage her. He never encouraged her.

"Do you know why it is one of the great treasures?"

He didn't make a peep.

"Because without time everything would happen at once."

Whooooaaa. He always wondered where she got this stuff from.

"If everything happened at once," she continued, "there would be only darkness and chaos. Don't you wonder what the world would look like without it?"


"Time is the One who gives birth to order, the One who makes the weaving of the Great Web possible."

No, no. Not the Great Web. Not this early in the morning.

The windchimes continued their demented clinking and clanging.

She paused and then, as was her way, she abruptly changed the subject. "Now, I have a wonderful idea," she said brightly. "Why don't you bring someone home from school today to give us a hand? There's lots of extra pfeffernusse. The second batch came out fine."

She was so obvious, he sometimes felt sorry for her. She wanted him to care about his state of lonely geekhood.

But he didn't. He was very close to perfecting his cloak of invisibility. Soon he would be able to walk straight across the school lunchroom without anyone seeing him, or snooze through an entire class without the teacher noticing a thing.

"Maybe you could invite that girl next door. She's in some of your classes, isn't she? She always seems so nice and ... perky."

Edward snorted. Perky as a Cuisinart on high speed. About the very last thing he needed was Feenix sitting in his aunt's kitchen eating pfeffernusse.

"Was that a snort?" Aunt Kit asked. "Are you ready to emerge? I do hope so. Because it's getting late and if you don't start moving soon, I shall have to lift up the blanket and let this quite large spider go on your leg."

He took the blanket off his face and stared at her.

He thought about how it was hard to really see people you've been living with for a long time. He'd been living with her since before he could remember. She'd adopted him when his mother died. He'd been three. The only memory he had of his mother was her voice singing him to sleep. Sometimes, just as he was drifting off, he heard her again. But that was it. His father had apparently never been in the picture. All he'd been left with in the way of family was his aunt. Lately, he'd been feeling that she was way more than enough. When he tried to imagine what it would be like to have two parents and maybe even a brother or a sister, his mind boggled. Other people were such major energy suckers. He stared at her. Possibly others might regard her as not bad looking. He couldn't tell. He'd been looking at her for too many years. He warned himself not to make the mistake of thinking she was harmless. He'd made this error many times.

In her lap was a small plastic container with a lid on it. He looked at it uneasily. "What's that?"

"I told you. A spider. I saw it climbing up the outside of the bathroom window. I imagine it was trying to get warm, so I brought it inside. I'm going to let it make a little place for itself in my herb pots."

She grew oregano and parsley and thyme on the windowsill over the kitchen sink.

"Or I could let it go on your leg."

He sat up, keeping his eye on the container. "Do you think you might get up off my bed and remove yourself from this room? I have to dress."

"Good." She rose, holding the container in her hands. But then she didn't move. "I realize that what I'm about to say is probably a waste of perfectly good breath, but I want you to be careful. It's the short end of the year. The curtain between here and there grows thin. It would be much better if you didn't travel alone. Isn't there anyone you could walk to school with?"

He stared at her. "You think I'm gonna get mugged because it's almost the winter solstice?" She had a bee up her butt about the solstices.

She made a little tcching sound of impatience. "There are always dangerously powerful forces abroad when the shortest day draws near, but this time, I sense, one of those really loaded moments is going to arrive. A sneeze at one end of the world may change the whole course of things to come. At least do me a favor and try to stay awake. And probably best to stay away from the park for now. Too many ancient things astir in there."

He laughed at her. He hadn't gone walking in Prospect Park since back in the day when he used to play tee ball.

"And make sure you wear your winter jacket. It's hanging on the coatrack."

When she was gone, he lay down again and sighed. He couldn't have fallen back asleep if he'd wanted to. He wondered what she was going on about this time. The wind chimes tinkled and clanged away. With a start, he remembered the rock for science class. He would have to hurry.

By the time he got down to the kitchen, she was gone. She taught a pastry class in the city several mornings a week. He sat down on one of the tall stools and slowly ate a half dozen of the little confectioner sugar–coated cookie mounds at the counter. He had to admit, if nothing was really real, eating, at least, seemed sometimes worth the effort. He was about to take another when his aunt's cuckoo clock made its little whirring noise and then sounded the half hour. Edward rose with a sigh and took a deep breath. He opened the kitchen door, which led to her little garden, and stepped outside.

The wind nearly knocked him over. It had turned bitter cold.

Hurriedly, he poked around in the herb beds. Nothing. Not a rock in sight. The squirrels must have eaten them all.

He pushed at the rose bush and pricked himself on a thorn. Nothing there either. He sucked his thumb angrily. Why did everything have to be such a hassle? Was it so much to ask for, just one little glacial moraine rock?

In the western corner of the garden was an old oak tree. Its branches were whipping back and forth in the wind. Edward trotted along the brick path and stopped at the base of the tree. There were acorn shells and crunchy old brown leaves everywhere and a tangle of dying ivy. He kicked his way through this mess until his foot encountered something hard.

He bent to examine his find.

Hallelujah. A rock.

The windchimes jangled frantically.

The rock looked like a perfectly ordinary rock, rough and greenish gray. He reached out and grabbed hold of it. To his annoyance it didn't come free. It must have been partly buried. He scrabbled around it with his fingers and gave another heave. Again, the stupid thing resisted. This time he found a stick and jabbed it into the ground beneath the rock. A sharp sensation, like an electrical shock, went through his arm.

Now, he was ticked off. He dropped the stick and grabbed the stone with both hands and heaved mightily. This turned out not to be necessary. Like it was playing with him, the stone now seemed to fly up into his hand. He fell backward, with a plunk, onto his butt.

"Very funny," he said. The stone felt oddly warm in his hands. Weird. He stuck it in his pocket and went inside. He hoped it was the sort of thing you could find at a glacial moraine.

From behind the curtain, he saw Feenix come out of her house and go striding down the street in her cowboy boots and long black coat. The coat was open and flapped behind her. She tossed her black mane of hair as if she imagined cameras going off all around her. Her many earrings flashed once in the morning light and then she turned the corner and was gone.

Feenix. How could her parents have been so lame as to name her something like that?

Not that he couldn't handle her. Not that he couldn't use his mind's eye to turn her into a harmless mass of positive and negative electrical charges, but he waited a few careful minutes and then stepped out into the morning.

He moved slowly, keeping his head down and his shoulders hunched. Because he did not believe in exercise, Edward did not generally walk to school. But he knew that Feenix would take the bus on a day like this, so he figured he was safer staying on foot. The school was an entire seven blocks away, but in this case, it was worth the tremendous effort.

The street was busy as always at this time of morning, people emerging from the coffee shop, gingerly holding their steamy four-dollar caramel macchiatos out in front of themselves like little bombs that might go off at any second. They hurried along to the subway, trying not to blow themselves up. Little whiny kids got pushed in strollers to their daycares or wherever. Here and there, among the crowd were other prisoners of the state like him, heading toward their six-hour dates with unrelenting boredom. You could recognize them easily from the way they tried to keep their faces really blank and unreadable. He supposed he probably looked the same.

There were actually little patches of ice here and there on the ground. In spite of himself, he was glad his aunt had made him wear the jacket.

The sky was gray and low, and the wind blew in little bursts.

Red and green plastic holiday decorations hung from wires strung over the street. They swung wildly. The store windows, still mostly locked behind steel gates at this time of the morning, were fully loaded with Christmas trees and electric menorahs and smiling snowmen.

Edward paid very little attention to the holiday stuff. As a kid, he'd gone along with all of his aunt's crazy winter solstice celebrations—the baking, the decorating, the singing, the big party, but now he no longer believed in it.

As a general rule, Edward didn't believe in anything. That is, he'd come to understand that reality was largely a hoax. One of the many useful things that Mr. Ross had taught them was that everything was made of atoms, and atoms were mostly empty space. Everything might appear solid. But it wasn't. It was 99 percent empty space.

When you took for granted that the floor you were standing on was solid, you were making a big mistake. When you put your butt down on a chair and didn't go through the chair and the chair didn't go through you, it was because of the magnetic repulsion of electrons against each other. You were really floating a minuscule fraction of an inch over the surface of the chair. If it weren't for that force of repulsion, everything would just pass right through everything else.

Other people looked like they were solid whole things. But they were really mostly full of emptiness. Most of what they had to say was just hot air, too. All this stuff they filled the store windows at this time of year with was worthless junk.

The things that people believed in, the things they kept themselves so busy with, were just ways of convincing themselves that their lives weren't completely random and unimportant.

Although he liked the smells. He breathed deeply and caught a whiff of the pfeffernusse that was traveling in his pocket and then that particular scent the air has when it's about to hit freezing. At the corner he nearly lost his way for a moment as he passed through the rows of pine trees for sale, but he was pulled out the other side by the smells of cinnamon and coffee that floated through the door of the donut shop.

He stopped there and gazed inside. It was always nice to check this window out, even if it was illusion. There was a row of donuts in the front decorated with bright wreaths of red and green icing. He felt someone's eyes upon him. Looking up, he saw a policeman with a donut halfway to his mouth, staring at him oddly. Edward preferred not to have policemen looking at him. He made his face as blank as possible and kept on moving.

Overhead a cloud of pigeons went scouting by, keeping their eyes open for any sort of edible garbage to make a miraculous appearance. At the corner, Edward waited for the light to change. He could see his breath in the air and stood there for a while, watching it. He got so busy looking at the little puffs of steam he was making, he didn't notice the light turn to green and then back to red again. Suddenly he felt something pulling on his jacket. Startled, he looked down and saw a little runny-nosed kid in a stroller who seemed to be trying to pick his pocket.

"Hey," Edward said indignantly. The light changed and the woman in charge of the stroller pushed forward. For a moment, the kid held tight to Edward's pocket, but then his hand was yanked away. The kid let out a loud scream of protest, but the woman, either deaf or very used to this sort of thing, just kept on going. Edward examined his jacket for damage, but it looked all right. He crossed the street.

Excerpted from THE TIME FETCH by Amy Herrick. Copyright © 2013 Amy Herrick. Excerpted by permission of ALGONQUIN BOOKS OF CHAPEL HILL.
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