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365 pages, Paperback
First published December 12, 2014
“My place beside you, my blood for yours, 'till the Green Ember rises, or the end of the world!”
—S.D. Smith, The Green Ember
“Picket,” he said quietly, “stay angry. It’s okay if it’s at me, for now. If you aren’t angry about the wicked things happening in the world all around, then you don’t have a soul.”
“Good morning, Ladybug,” Helmer said, his voice a guttural rasp, as though the air he used to speak was passing through a rusty old gate.
“Good morning … Wasp?” Picket said.
“Ha,” Helmer chuckled. “I like that. But you will call me Master, child.”
“Yes, Masterchild,” Picket said.
“Well, obviously you have a deep, soul-level need for humility.”