Hearing voices-this isn't good, I thought.

Dogs barking, sleigh bells, the cracking of ice. Other sounds came then-whispering, muttering, swirling around inside my head. As the late afternoon sun caught it, a most extraordinary thing happened. I held it up toward the light coming through the small attic window. Then I came upon what looked to be the mouthpiece of a very old reed instrument. There were diaries, maps, even ships' logs.Īs I dug deeper, under the papers, I found more: skeins of wool small boots made of soft leather sheaves of music tied with faded ribbon long, thin pieces of wood with maplike markings on them dried-up mushrooms woven belts even a dress the color of the moon. When I opened the lid, it looked like the box contained mostly papers, a jumbled mass of them, in several different languages and written in different styles of handwriting. It was large, the size of a footlocker, and there were markings on it runes, I learned later. I found the box in the attic of an old farmhouse in Norway. Title.įrom Harold and the Purple Crayon to Doctor No Of a great white bear who is the victim of a cruel enchantment. Summary: A young woman journeys to a distant castle on the back The Library of Congress has cataloged the hardcover edition as follows: Registered in the United States of America and/or other jurisdictions. Magic Carpet Book is a trademark of Harcourt, Inc., Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company,Ħ277 Sea Harbor Drive, Orlando, Florida 32887-6777. Work should be submitted online at or mailed to the following address: Permissions Department, Requests for permission to make copies of any part of the Retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

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