Name: Witch Lynn and the Shadows of Melville (en Inglés)
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Author: Pyke, Merle
ISBN: 9781997868002

portada Witch Lynn and the Shadows of Melville (en Inglés)

Witch Lynn and the Shadows of Melville (en Inglés)

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Libro Físico

Editorial

Pyke Publishing

Autor

Pyke, Merle

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

104

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

22.9x15.2x0.6 cm

ISBN13

9781997868002

Witch Lynn and the Shadows of Melville (en Inglés)

Pyke, Merle (Autor) · Pyke Publishing · Tapa Blanda

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Every city has secrets. Some are whispered in alleys, some hidden in locked rooms, and some buried so deep even the oldest stones have forgotten them. The city of Melville was no different. By day it bustled with markets and laughter, the fountain singing in the square and children racing along cobbled streets. But at night, shadows grew longer than they should. Doors rattled without wind. Animals stirred uneasily. Something old and restless had begun to stir again, and the people of Melville, though they could not name it, felt it in their bones. This is the story of a woman named Lynn, who thought she was ordinary until the wind itself bent to her voice. It is the story of Binx, a black cat who walked through shadows as though they were doorways, and Klaus, a proud tan cat whose light could heal and shield. It is the story of a choice: to follow the easy path of fear, or the harder path of kindness and courage. And above all, it is the story of how one child, with two extraordinary cats at her side, stood against an evil that threatened to smother an entire city. For in Melville, peace would not come from crowns or commands, but from listening-to the sparrows, to the trees, to the heartbeat of the city itself. So, settle in. Let the garden's gate creak open. Step softly down the path. The story is waiting.