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COMING SEPTEMBER 2008!
HIGHWAY CATS, a new novel by Janet Taylor Lisle

“The rumrunner craft approached the dock again. The wheelman was a young man, dark and dashing as a pirate...”

"What was that?" Carlos asks.
Joelle listens but hears nothing, only the sound of the wind kicking branches overhead. "What?"
"A scream. Did you hear it?"

How I Became a Writer
& Oggie Learned to Drive
A lot of strange things can happen while you're writing a story. Your story can get very weird and begin to haunt you. Or very real and begin to come true.

The Art of Keeping Cool

The Germans struck again at the end of the week. Uncle Jake told us when he came in the kitchen for lunch.He'd been over at the fort all morning and terrible reports began to come in.

The Great Dimpole Oak

It was a very old tree. How old? Well, that was one of its intriguing points—no one in Dimpole knew.

The Lost Flower Children
Nellie found the third cup. It lay about three inches down in the soil, near a plot of Shasta daisies that were blooming thickly, despite being choked with grass.

Afternoon of the Elves
The afternoon Hillary first saw the elf village, she couldn't believe her eyes. "Are you sure it isn't mice," she asked Sara-Kate, who stood beside her, thin and nervous. "The houses are small enough for mice."

Forest
The invasion occurred just before sunrise while everyone was still asleep. There was a faint rustle, the smallest scrape. Then up through branches the alien climbed, stealthy as a hunting cat.

The Lampfish of Twill
"Don't go bothering those beautiful fish," the old man said. "There's systems at work you know nothing about."

Sirens and Spies
Elsie had not told Mary everything. Oh, no, there was more about Miss Fitch. Much more. The callers, Elsie believed, were only symptoms of another terrible disease.

The Dancing Cats of Applesap
"There's only so much room in the world for small, helpless things like cats," Miss Toonie went on. "My cats are the leftovers, the ones who have gotten pushed out."

Investigators of the Unknown
(quartet)

"Magic. The word made their eyes darken and grow watchful. This was not the toy store variety sold in boxes."
(from Looking for Juliette.)



	COMING SEPTEMBER 2008! HIGHWAY CATS, a new novel by Janet Taylor Lisle Black Duck “The rumrunner craft approached the dock again. The wheelman was a young man, dark and dashing as a pirate...” The Crying Rocks "What was that?" Carlos asks. Joelle listens but hears nothing, only the sound of the wind kicking branches overhead. "What?" "A scream. Did you hear it?" How I Became a Writer & Oggie Learned to Drive A lot of strange things can happen while you're writing a story. Your story can get very weird and begin to haunt you. Or very real and begin to come true. The Art of Keeping Cool The Germans struck again at the end of the week. Uncle Jake told us when he came in the kitchen for lunch.He'd been over at the fort all morning and terrible reports began to come in. The Great Dimpole Oak It was a very old tree. How old? Well, that was one of its intriguing points—no one in Dimpole knew. The Lost Flower Children Nellie found the third cup. It lay about three inches down in the soil, near a plot of Shasta daisies that were blooming thickly, despite being choked with grass. Afternoon of the Elves The afternoon Hillary first saw the elf village, she couldn't believe her eyes. "Are you sure it isn't mice," she asked Sara-Kate, who stood beside her, thin and nervous. "The houses are small enough for mice." Forest The invasion occurred just before sunrise while everyone was still asleep. There was a faint rustle, the smallest scrape. Then up through branches the alien climbed, stealthy as a hunting cat. The Lampfish of Twill "Don't go bothering those beautiful fish," the old man said. "There's systems at work you know nothing about." Sirens and Spies Elsie had not told Mary everything. Oh, no, there was more about Miss Fitch. Much more. The callers, Elsie believed, were only symptoms of another terrible disease. The Dancing Cats of Applesap "There's only so much room in the world for small, helpless things like cats," Miss Toonie went on. "My cats are the leftovers, the ones who have gotten pushed out." Investigators of the Unknown (quartet) "Magic. The word made their eyes darken and grow watchful. This was not the toy store variety sold in boxes." (from Looking for Juliette.)
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