Wednesdays in the Tower (Tuesdays at the Castle)
Jessica Day George
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A castle that is constantly rearranging itself, and a young royal family sworn to protect it. Celie, Rolf, and their beloved Castle Glower are back in this exciting sequel to Tuesdays at the Castle.
When her brother Rolf dares her to catch magical Castle Glower creating a new room, Princess Celie takes the challenge. No one knows the Castle better than she does. But as usual, the Castle has ideas of its own. Celie finds the new room first, and inside it is hidden a giant egg. It looks like the Castle wants Celie to care for the egg and whatever creature it hatches, but Celie hadn't bargained for a pet. And caring for this one will prove to be especially tricky once Celie and her siblings realize what else the Castle is hiding . . .
Jessica Day George's magical series is a classic in the making―and not to be missed.
evidence that Rufus still had a great deal of growing to do, especially since his paws were also enormous when compared to his lanky body. He was now as tall as Celie’s hip and weighed almost as much as she did, but he still moved like he wasn’t sure how to coordinate his four legs, and his wings were constantly getting caught on things. Getting Rufus back to Celie’s room was not going to be easy. Celie peeked out of Lilah’s door with Rufus hidden behind her skirts, then closed the door quickly
see, shall we?” Rolf glanced around, then tossed his armload of cushions through the broad arch into the dimness of the holiday feasting hall. With a pang of guilt, Celie did the same, and then followed her brother to the open doors. They stopped on either side of Bran, who Celie saw was clenching his fists nervously in the sleeves of his robes. “What is it?” Celie asked in a low voice. Bran shushed her. A very tall, gaunt man in rich velvet robes stepped out of the carriage. He looked around
at the top of the eastern wall. Far below him, Pogue waved his lantern and whistled piercingly. Rufus looked down, and then slowly circled to land with a bump beside Pogue. Celie collapsed on the floor of the tower, feeling a bit of the scattered eggshell crunch under her weight. She put her head on her knees and tried to get her heart under control. “He did it,” she chanted. “He did it. He did it.” “He did,” Bran said, sounding just as relieved as she did. “He really did.” Her brother
as far as Arkwright’s had been. “But he gifted it to the Castle, and to Celie and me specifically, when he realized that it was a history of Castle Glower.” “It does not belong here,” Arkwright began. “It belongs …” He trailed off. “Where?” Celie asked when he didn’t continue. “I do wish you wouldn’t store such things here,” Arkwright complained. “It’s not wise.” “Why not?” Arkwright wheeled around. His face was white and strained, and it looked even less human than the tapestry people now.
cartographer said, matter-of-fact. “I’ve never seen mountain ranges like this, lakes this vast.” He tapped one of the scrolls. “But would you like to see my favorite of these fictional maps?” Celie and Rolf both nodded eagerly. The cartographer took a heavy, round platter from one of the shelves and set it on the largest table. Rolf and Celie crowded around to look, and discovered that it wasn’t a platter. It was a circular map made of beautifully inlaid exotic woods. It depicted a country