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384 pages, Hardcover
First published February 13, 2014
“It must have been very frightening, to live so wild,” whispers the boy. “Oh,” says Grandfather, “it was frightening, but it wasn’t because of the wild out there. It was the wild…in here.” He folds his wizened hands around the boy’s and presses the bundle of fingers to the boy’s breast, above his heart beating like an injured bird. “Is it true?” asks the boy. “Oh,” says Grandfather, with the deepest exhalation. “I know it is true, for one was there who told me of it.”
“Folk tales are just another way of telling history. They come from before the time when there was writing and books. Just families, in houses like this, staring into that outer dark and telling tales about what happened out there.” “But there were still forests,” whispers the boy. “And always will be,” he replies.”
“…for the forest stretches until the very end of the earth and, if you follow its paths, you can never come back home… The woods are wide and the woods are wild, and the woods are the world forever and ever.”