![]() ![]() ![]() In her absence, the unravelling of the world she has escaped is complete. She spots her chance to break free of the fetters that tie her to Tiny Village-and bolts.īut some cords are never really cut. Noranbole Wakeling lives in the scrub and toil of the pantry, in the ashes of the cold hearth.which, come to think of it, also sounds pretty familiar.She lives, too, in the shadow of her much wooed and cosseted sister, worshipped by the madman Seiler but overlooked by everyone else.Īs lives are lost to Seiler's vanity, the inattention spares her. Once upon a time that doesn't make a blind bit of sense, in a place that seems awfully familiar but definitely doesn't exist, Willem Seiler's obsession with measuring his world-with wrapping it up in his beloved string to keep the madness out-wreaks havoc on the Wakeling family. ![]()
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