Foxlowe by Wasserberg, Eleanor

Low stock: 2 left

221mm x 140mm x 29mm

Pages: 320

A compulsive and chilling debut about a girl growing up in a cult

GÇÿWill lure you in - then cut to the killGÇÖGuardian
We were the Family, and Foxlowe was our home.
There was me GÇô my name is Green GÇô and my little sister, Blue. There was October, who we called Toby, and Ellensia, Dylan, Liberty, Pet and Egg. There was Richard, of course, who was one of the Founders. And there was Freya.
We were the Family, but we werenGÇÖt just an ordinary family. We were a new, better kind of family.
We didnGÇÖt need to go to school, because we had a new, better kind of education. We shared everything. We were close to the ancient way of living and the ancient landscape. We knew the moors, and the standing stones. We celebrated the solstice in the correct way, with honey and fruit and garlands of fresh flowers. We knew the Bad and we knew how to keep it away.
And we had Foxlowe, our home. Where we were free.
There really was no reason for anyone to want to leave.
GÇÿWonderfully tenseGÇÖEmerald Street