The rooks did not come home. Wren is sixteen, a baker's apprentice, and marked since birth with a crescent on her collarbone that her mother once called her little moon. She has never >Then the air behind the bakery splits open, something antlered speaks her name, and the village she has lived in her whole life begins - very quietly - >The woman who raised her sends her west past Crow Bridge, to a mill and a grey-haired man who has been waiting sixty-one years for someone exactly like >The seam between this world and the Ethereal was never sealed. It was only ever badly shut - and something on the far side has been cutting at it from >It has a name. Wren has until the full dark to learn all of it. Book One of the Ethereal Chronicles. Illustrated throughout with thirty original graphite plates.
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