The Queen of Ebenezer
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When Beatrice wakes in a magical swamp called Ebenezer, she's met with the baffling wit and curious whims of the swamp's single other human inhabitant, the boy "king," Tom. But something is haunting Ebenezer, and Beatrice must solve the mystery of the swamp before a lurking terror devours them both.
Author: K. B. Hoyle
Genre: Light Fantasy, Magical Realism
Themes: Perseverance through Trials, Life and Death, Memory
Suggested Reading Level: 13-18
What's in this Book? Friendship, Tragedy, Magic
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Released March 28, 2023
ISBN (paperback): 978-1-957362-11-3
ISBN (paperback): 978-1-957362-11-3
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owls and night journeys
I followed the owl. That’s when all my curiosities began.
I would not ordinarily have followed an owl at night into a dark forest—I have far too much sense for that—but this was no ordinary owl, and it was no ordinary night.
It was a night filled with darkness.
Aren’t nights always filled with darkness, you ask?
Yes, but not this sort of darkness. This was a darkness I’ve never felt before. A screaming darkness. A darkness to swallow the world.
This was the night I followed the owl.
Neither was the forest ordinary, but at that time I didn’t know.
The forest was on the edge of a swamp.
And the swamp was--
I would not remember the owl until later.
But, as I put one foot in front of the other and walked into the swaying pines and grey elms that swallowed me up, I had only one clear thought in my somnolent mind:
Follow the owl.
I followed the owl. That’s when all my curiosities began.
I would not ordinarily have followed an owl at night into a dark forest—I have far too much sense for that—but this was no ordinary owl, and it was no ordinary night.
It was a night filled with darkness.
Aren’t nights always filled with darkness, you ask?
Yes, but not this sort of darkness. This was a darkness I’ve never felt before. A screaming darkness. A darkness to swallow the world.
This was the night I followed the owl.
Neither was the forest ordinary, but at that time I didn’t know.
The forest was on the edge of a swamp.
And the swamp was--
I would not remember the owl until later.
But, as I put one foot in front of the other and walked into the swaying pines and grey elms that swallowed me up, I had only one clear thought in my somnolent mind:
Follow the owl.
