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Copyright © 2023 by Katherine Genet All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Wyc...
Copyright © 2023 by Katherine Genet All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Wych Elm Books Otago, NZ www.wychelmbooks.com [email protected] ISBN: 978-1-99-117791-9 (ePub) 978-1-99-117793-3 (Kindle) For Barbara, my mother, who told me to focus, and to tell the truth. 1940-1987 CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Prayer of the Wildwood Join the Grove About the Author 1 Here is the way it was. The way it had to be then, so it could be now. In the midst of the ancient forest, the priestesses and their helpers come together, their breath barely a breeze in the leaves, hardly a step to hear above the calling of the birds. For the birds are singing of this gathering, spreading the news amongst those with feathers, fur, and scales. Amongst those with branch and leaf. Amongst those of stream and breeze. Amongst those too who shine, barely visible now unless the eye is wide open, but there all the same, their steps matching those 2 ‘What do you want to do?’ Ebony asked. Rue had the phone clamped between her shoulder and ear as she pulled her sneakers on. ‘I want to go to the beach.’ ‘The beach?’ Ebony was faintly disappointed. But then, she didn’t know why – was there a single decent thing they could do the day before Rue left for Wilde Grove? She shook her head. No. There was not. ‘Yeah.’ In her bedroom, Rue straightened. ‘I don’t know which one, though. There’s something I want to find.’ Rue’s statement perked Ebony up a little. ‘Are you planning us an adventure?’ She turned and leaned against the back of her