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Seaward [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Juvenile Fiction)
  • Author:  Cooper, Susan
  • Author:  Cooper, Susan
  • ISBN-10:  1442473266
  • ISBN-10:  1442473266
  • ISBN-13:  9781442473263
  • ISBN-13:  9781442473263
  • Publisher:  Margaret K. McElderry Books
  • Publisher:  Margaret K. McElderry Books
  • Pages:  240
  • Pages:  240
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jan-2013
  • Pub Date:  01-Jan-2013
  • SKU:  1442473266-11-MING
  • SKU:  1442473266-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100637145
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In this classic adventure from Newbery Medalist Susan Cooper, two strangers embark on a quest for the sea that’s filled with mystery, fantasy, and danger.

His name is West. Her name is Cally. They speak different languages and come from different countries thousands of miles apart, but they do not know that. What they do know are the tragedies that took their parents, then wrenched the two of them out of reality and into a strange and perilous world through which they must travel together, understanding only that they must reach the sea. Together, West and Cally embark upon a strange and sometimes terrifying quest, learning to survive and to love—and, at last, discovering the true secret of their journey.Seaward
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CHAPTER 1


Westerly came down the path at a long lope, sliding over the short moorland grass. His pack thumped against his back with each stride. A lark flicked suddenly into the air a yard away from him; flew low for a few feet; dropped; flew again.

“Go home,” he said. “It’s not you they want.”

He strode on without pausing, without turning to see the bird wheel and dart her watchful way back to the nest. He had promised himself not to look behind him—not more than once every mile. He had turned too often in the last few days, expecting always to see the figures prickling the horizon, far-off but implacable, following. But each time the hills had been empty.

Beyond the hollow in the moors that he was crossing now, the land rose again in a long bony sweep, purple and green, dappled by cloud shadow. But trees clustered in the hollow, and faintly he could hear water splashing. He was thirsty, and hungry too; he had been walking since firstlight, and the sun was hot nl“ˆ

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