Spellbound: the Books of Elsewhere
“2 13 STANDING AT THE edge of the overgrown garden, Olive could almost see the trapdoor creaking open before her. Somewhere in this bushy chaos lay the key to opening it. In fact, Olive realized with an excited little heart-hop, now that she had the spellbook, the garden might open a lot of doors that she hadn’t even known were locked. Over her shoulder, the old stone house loomed, watching her.
Apart from Mrs. Dunwoody’s occasional weedwatering, nobody had done a thing to the garden since old ...Ms. McMartin died. If anything, it looked even more jumbled and lush than it had last month. The plants with purple velvet leaves and the plants with little toothy mouths were still there, along with flowers that looked like staring eyes, and berries that looked like sacs of spider’s eggs. Amid the mess, Olive thought she recognized the twisty green sprout that had given her a welt when she tried to pull it up. She also recognized parsley, because it always came next to the dill pickle with grilled cheese sandwiches.MoreLess
Apart from Mrs. Dunwoody’s occasional weedwatering, nobody had done a thing to the garden since old ...Ms. McMartin died. If anything, it looked even more jumbled and lush than it had last month. The plants with purple velvet leaves and the plants with little toothy mouths were still there, along with flowers that looked like staring eyes, and berries that looked like sacs of spider’s eggs. Amid the mess, Olive thought she recognized the twisty green sprout that had given her a welt when she tried to pull it up. She also recognized parsley, because it always came next to the dill pickle with grilled cheese sandwiches.MoreLess
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