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The Box and the Dragonfly

Ted Sanders
"A boy, a girl, an ancient puzzle, and a House of Answers, Artefacts, Miseries and Mysteries"
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A boy, a girl, an ancient puzzle, and a House of Answers, Artefacts, Miseries and Mysteries.

From the moment Horace F. Andrews sees the sign from the bus – literally a sign with his name on it – everything in his normal little life changes. An encounter with the House of Answers, a magically hidden warehouse full of mysterious objects and even stranger people, only leads to more questions. These people think he’s special – a Keeper of an incredible gift – although scientifically-minded Horace isn’t so sure he really believes in that kind of thing. But then a confrontation with an impossibly tall, thin, creepy and undoubtedly menacing man makes him think twice…

Horace must now quickly begin to unravel the mysteries of this hidden world and his new gift, as he finds himself immersed in a battle between ancient forces, where the bad guys don’t pull any punches, even the good guys have their flaws, and where friendship, loyalty and trust turn out to be the greatest powers of all.

Publication Date: Thu 5 Mar 2015
ISBN Paperback: 9781471403590
ISBN Ebook: 9781471403606

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Ted Sanders

Ted Sanders is the author of The Box and the Dragonfly, the first book in The Keepers series. His short story collection No Animals We Could Name (Graywolf 2012), was the winner of the 2011 Bakeless Prize for Fiction. His stories and essays have appeared in many publications, including The Southern Review, Georgia Review, Gettysburg Review, and the O. Henry Prize Stories anthology. A recipient of a 2012 National Endowment for the Arts literature fellowship, he lives with his family in Urbana, Illinois, and teaches at the University of Illinois, Urbana-Champaign. Visit www.tedsanders.net to learn more about Ted and The Keepers.

Extract

And then Horace spotted a diminutive leather pouch with a buttoned-down flap. The pouch was oval, golden-red in color, a little smaller than Horace's open hand. The surface was inscribed with a twining figure eight-or was it an infinity symbol? Horace tilted his head to one side and then the other, gazing at the pouch, and then, before he even knew what he was doing, he reached out and picked it up. He opened the flap. He pulled out what was inside-a gleaming oval box. Immediately, the globe and the clockwork ball and the impossible fish-all those marvels-slid from his mind. In many respects, the box was the most ordinary item here: quite small, made of a shimmering striped wood, shades of brown and gold and red. A line of silver snaked across the lid, and on one curving side was a delicate silver star. Of all the objects he'd seen so far, only this box could have looked at home on the shelves of an ordinary store. Yet it was the most marvelous thing Horace had ever seen. Next to it, all the other wonders paled like cheap parlor tricks in the presence of real magic. Horace wrapped his fingers around the box. The world dropped away, and he swooned a little, overwhelmed by the sensation that a question he hadn't asked yet had just been answered. "This is it," he said, though he had no idea what that meant.