The wilderness had turned whisper-quiet, so that every soft rustle seemed muted. I sat at the entrance of the cave and watched the snow fall in soft sheets, lacy as embroidery. It hurt my eyes to look at all of that bright ...
I couldn't help but notice that the roof of Mr. Russell's cabin was sprouting moss, which seemed to me a very bad sign. It must rain a considerable amount for moss to grow on one's roof. I saw the abomination the minute I rounded the ...
One autumn day Jebediah and I were challenged to a throwing contest by two boys from Arch Street, Horace Fink and Godfrey Hale. I am afraid that Horace was a disagreeable boy with big ears, and Godfrey Hale had a weepy eye and liked to ...
... turned Indian agent, who promoted and sold nonexistent land plots in an imaginary place called Pacific City to unknowing settlers. The Frink Hotel is loosely based on the Stevens Hotel in Oysterville, which housed oystermen ...
Jennifer L. Holm ... Spring was in bloom, with drizzly rains and soft nights, and occasionally, a glorious day such as this one—when the sun broke out from behind the clouds and brushed the lush green wilderness with a golden tint.
The arrival from Philadelphia of her spiteful nemesis Sally Biddle and the return of her corrupt ex-fiancâe Richard Baldt spell trouble for young Miss Jane Peck, who has survived on her own in the community of Shoalwater Bay.