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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: In the mid 1800s, in a dusty barn in Iowa, Lina Seymour finds a small white book that takes a powerful hold over her, a grip so strong that she doesn't leave the barn for years ... not until someone comes looking for the same book...

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Asimov's, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2004

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [35 KB] , ePub (EPUB) [39 KB] , Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [20 KB] , Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [88 KB] , Palm Doc (PDB) [22 KB] , Microsoft Reader (LIT) [70 KB] , Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [92 KB] , hiebook (KML) [57 KB] , Sony Reader (LRF) [50 KB] , iSilo (PDB) [18 KB] , Mobipocket (PRC) [23 KB] , Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [51 KB] , OEBFF Format (IMP) [34 KB]
Words: 7038
Reading time: 20-28 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

Lina Seymour had been putting off going into the barn all day. Less than a week ago, the doctor had come to tell her, her mother, and her younger sister about her father's fall from the church roof. Daddy had been working with a crew of three other men, trying to finish shingling the roof of the new Petersburg church before a storm blew up. The rickety old wooden ladder on which he'd been standing had given way when he reached for a fistful of shingles. He lingered for almost four days, his face and body swollen and unfamiliar in the back room of the doctor's office. Then two days ago he simply let out a long sigh and never drew in another breath. One of the few coherent sentences he'd mumbled to Lina during those awful hours had been something about a ship, a train, and three strange words. Still wearing her black dress, Lina crept into the barn the day after her father was buried and found the book. It was barely bigger than her hand, with an unadorned white cover and only the number four printed on the spine. She would have missed the book completely if she hadn't reached down to wipe her dusty hands on her late father's old fleece-lined hunting jacket. When she let go of the jacket, the book slipped onto her bare foot. Young Lina let out a tiny meeping sound: the small white book was icy cold to the touch. In the years to come, she would never be sure if she actually found the book, or if the book found her.