S.D. Smith
There were rabbits in the yard…
I was on the porch with my young daughter, and it was time for one of our stories. I often told her tales from out of my mind, improvised in the moment for her delight. Today felt different, and I scanned the natural beauty seen everywhere around us in West Virginia and found these furry, vulnerable creatures hopping around. So it began.
The stories we started that day were about a rabbit family caught up in a surprising, epic adventure. Joined by little brother, we shared this narrative at bedtimes, on walks, and at other stolen moments. These tales carried on for years and became our own private serial adventures. What my daughter and I didn’t know that first day, and would only learn years later, was that hundreds of thousands of children would one day share our little adventure—that it would outgrow the hills of West Virginia and make its way onto every continent on earth. We couldn’t have known then that a surprising adventure awaited us as well, an adventure in hospitality, sharing our stories with families around the world.
Like the seemingly harmless rabbits of our Appalachian landscape, we never expected to see our stories rise and fight. But hope is worth fighting for, and these are stories anchored in hope.
I was on the porch with my young daughter, and it was time for one of our stories. I often told her tales from out of my mind, improvised in the moment for her delight. Today felt different, and I scanned the natural beauty seen everywhere around us in West Virginia and found these furry, vulnerable creatures hopping around. So it began.
The stories we started that day were about a rabbit family caught up in a surprising, epic adventure. Joined by little brother, we shared this narrative at bedtimes, on walks, and at other stolen moments. These tales carried on for years and became our own private serial adventures. What my daughter and I didn’t know that first day, and would only learn years later, was that hundreds of thousands of children would one day share our little adventure—that it would outgrow the hills of West Virginia and make its way onto every continent on earth. We couldn’t have known then that a surprising adventure awaited us as well, an adventure in hospitality, sharing our stories with families around the world.
Like the seemingly harmless rabbits of our Appalachian landscape, we never expected to see our stories rise and fight. But hope is worth fighting for, and these are stories anchored in hope.
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Moonbeam~queen of the fangirls~total bookworm
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S.D. Smith:
Hey Mr. Sam!!! My family and I just watched your Prince Lander book launch, and loved it!!! The one question that you seemed to avoid, though, was the question of who is the Pilgrim! (My dad was one of the people consistently asking that question.) Do you know who the Pilgrim is yet, and if so, is he a character that we have seen in any book??? Thanks!!!! I love your books so much!!! -Anna <3
Luci Arbon
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S.D. Smith:
In the first green ember book Heather, Picket, and Smalls escape into the mounds, and inside they find the ruins of a old civilization all abandoned and inhabited by creatures. What was that place once? Was it a warren, or have you not decided its orgin yet, also what were the creatures/monsters?
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