Eleanor had inherited the property upon the deaths of her parents, and had immediately tasked the family accountant with managing the bulk of her assets, giving him strict instructions to watch the land around hers for any signs of a sale. The school stood alone in the middle of a vast, rolling field, which was dotted with copses of trees there were no neighbors for miles in any direction. There were worse things for a house to hold. Still, lights could be seen at all levels of the school, both day and night, and the rooms were often filled with laughter. Some of the tower rooms stood higher than the attic some of the lower windows had been painted shut to keep them from flooding the halls every time it rained. Its replacement was a delightfully rambling sprawl of porches and doors, dormer windows and inexplicable chimneys.
What it had been was gone, reduced to nothing but a faint echo in the shape of a door or the structure of an awning. The house had grown like a garden, sprouting wings and tower rooms and greenhouses as if they were nothing more consequential than mushrooms after a rain. It had been a modest three-story home, once upon a renovation, but it had been embellished over the course of generations by widows and widowers who had handled their grief and their inheritance in the same manner: by picking up a hammer and setting to work. The shape of the original architecture was still there, buried under newer construction. IT WAS OBVIOUS to anyone with a discerning eye that the school had started out as the country home of a family with more money than sense. Something only her friends are equipped to help her overcome.Įleanor West's "No Quests" rule is about to be broken.Īt the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied. Something of which only the maddest of scientists could conceive. When Jack left Eleanor West's School for Wayward Children she was carrying the body of her deliciously deranged sister-whom she had recently murdered in a fit of righteous justice-back to their home on the Moors.īut death in their adopted world isn't always as permanent as it is here, and when Jack is herself carried back into the school, it becomes clear that something has happened to her. The fifth installment in New York Times bestselling author Seanan McGuire's award-winning Wayward Children series, Come Tumbling Down picks up the threads left dangling by Every Heart a Doorway and Down Among the Sticks and Bones
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