“What?" I smiled at him. "If I become lost, I will never be found again." To my disappointment, that startled expression melted away as quickly as it had appeared. He merely narrowed his eyes and sad, "Sometimes you're unintentionally poetic.” — Carissa Broadbent Copy Share Image
“Great-Uncle Merry, coming back towards the car from the Grey House, had suddenly stopped in his tracks in the middle of the road. He was gazing down at the sea; and she realised that he had caught sight of the… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
