The Weaver’s Riddle (Mist & Whispers)By: C.M. Lucas
Summary from Goodreads:
Imagine a world in eternal darkness. A world where skeletal beasts lurk in the forest. Where the
women are missing, and the men are in need of salvation…
In the West-English town of Little Wolf Green, Scott’s bookshop is about to close down. Convinced
the bookshop holds the key to her mother’s identity, sixteen year old Anya Piddling vows to save
Scott’s, whatever the cost.
When four books of magic and myth take the world by storm, Anya begins a journey to discover the
truth about the author, known only as the Weaver. Followed closely by her friends, and one surly,
bitter ex-boyfriend, Anya soon realises a whole new world awaits: a world gone very wrong, with
maddening whispers in the forest, magical winged Kings and a dragon-boy that understands her,
inside and out. But this world needs a saviour… and everyone is looking at her.
HIS HEART THRASHED against his chest, a prisoner desperate to be freed from this bur-
den. There was no way out. He had a job to do, and if it wasn’t done at that moment, his entire plan
would be over before it even began.
The earth was but sludge, encasing his feet as he struggled up the bank. Bullets of rain
struck his face as the winds lashed around him, obscuring his view and leaving him helpless in the
Then, as if a divine hand was guiding the way, a flash of lightning revealed his final destina-
tion; Erimus Hall. The Hall was only another hundred meters away, run down and deserted, his
Resisting the temptation to rest against the stone wall at the top of the bank, he pushed on,
clambering across it with the rain-soaked trunk in his hands. Once over and sure of his feet, he took
a moment to look around. Any sign of someone following and he’d have to revert to his back up
location, as even with his goal in sight, he wouldn’t allow himself the risk of assuming he was
A clap of thunder quickened his pace and a minute later he’d reached the doorway, where a
century’s worth of ivy had claimed the oak as its own. He set on it straight away, teasing back the
creeper with a gentle hand, the whole time fighting against the instincts that were screaming inside
Just tear it down – you’re going too slow – someone’s going to see you!
No. He couldn’t leave a sign that he’d been there. It had to look natural.
Two more bursts of lightning gave him a glimpse of what he needed to allow his unmarked
entry into the building. With the trunk safely inside he took one more look around, and with another
strike of lightning, he was gone.
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