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eBook Category: Fantasy/Young Adult
eBook Description: Anne and Louisa skip school to view an ancient forest that's been revealed on the winter beach. Only hidden in the ruined trees is more than the past. The girls see faces. Could spirits have been trapped when the forest was destroyed?

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Asimov's, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2005

9 Reader Ratings: Great Good OK Poor

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [273 KB], eReader (PDB) [40 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [27 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [26 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [83 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [95 KB], hiebook (KML) [124 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [52 KB], iSilo (PDB) [23 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [29 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [56 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [40 KB]
Words: 9064
Reading time: 25-36 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

"Some ancient, fossiled wood stumps make their regular, if rare, appearance on a beach at a very low tide, and some very old magic is found by two young girls in the neighbourhood. Rusch builds up the suspense with two believable, clearly different young girls."--Bestsf.net

On Wednesday, there were three cop cars in front of Louisa's house. On Thursday, she didn't come to school. On Friday, when she joined the smokers in the parking lot, I grinned at her as if nothing was wrong.

"Wanna cut class?" I asked.

She bummed a smoke and sucked on it like she'd been smoking all her life. Actually, when I met her a year ago, she'd never had a smoke or a drink. She'd never done anything except follow the rules which, I gotta admit, I thought was pretty boring.

"We could see the forest," I said.

She looked at me sideways and I could see she was tempted. We'd been planning to go to the forest, but no one wanted to do it on the weekend when it would be full of tourists.

Dodging tourists was part of living in Seavy Village--just like the traffic and the foggy mornings and the pounding surf in the middle of the night. People said we were lucky to grow up here, but what did they know? The town was only interesting when you came to visit. Staying was something else altogether.