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Marian Cockrell
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born
March 15, 1909
in The United States
died
December 12, 1999
gender
female
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Shadow Castle
  4.45 avg rating — 174 ratings
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published
1945
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The Revolt of Sarah Perkins
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1965
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Mixed Blessings: A Novel
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1978
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The Misadventures of Bethany Price
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1979
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Shadow Castle
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Lillian Harley
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1943
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Yesterday's Madness
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1948
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Dark Waters
by Marian Cockrell, Frank Cockrell 0.00 avg rating — 0 ratings
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1944
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“Lucy shivered and went on again. 'This is an adventure,' she thought. 'You can't have an adventure if you stop in the middle.”
― Marian Cockrell, Shadow Castle
― Marian Cockrell, Shadow Castle
“Tell me what you see,” Michael said.
Lucy looked about the room. She didn’t see anything much at first but old dusty furniture and old heavy draperies here and there. There were two large windows, but vines grew all over them, so that they didn’t let in much light. There was nothing else but dust and shadows. Lucy was disappointed.
Then she began to wonder.
What made the shadows?
They moved across the room and disappeared, and other took their places. And every one of them was the shadow of a person. They walked about soundlessly and appeared to gesture and talk to one another.
“Michael!” Lucy whispered softly, touching his arm. He was smiled vaguely, as though thinking of something far away. “Michael, who makes the shadows?”
Michael looked down at her and smiled. “They’re the shadows of the people who lived in this castle,” he said. “It’s part of the magic.”
“Then – it is enchanted! I felt there was something odd about it.”
Michael was silent again and Lucy followed the direction of his eyes. He was watching the shadow of a young girl as it moved about. She seemed very beautiful and graceful. She wore long robes, with sleeves that fell to the floor, and her hair was long, hanging to her knees.
She was walking back and forth and every once in a while, Lucy thought she held out her arms in their direction.
“What does she want?” she whispered. “Is she trying to tell us something?”
“She’s tired of waiting,” Michael said, “for the enchantment to be over. She gets very impatient sometimes. That is Gloria, the first princess who ever lived here. This castle was made for her.”
“Was she a – Fairy Princess?”
“Well, not at first. Would you like to hear about her?”
“Oh, yes!” said Lucy.”
― Marian Cockrell
Lucy looked about the room. She didn’t see anything much at first but old dusty furniture and old heavy draperies here and there. There were two large windows, but vines grew all over them, so that they didn’t let in much light. There was nothing else but dust and shadows. Lucy was disappointed.
Then she began to wonder.
What made the shadows?
They moved across the room and disappeared, and other took their places. And every one of them was the shadow of a person. They walked about soundlessly and appeared to gesture and talk to one another.
“Michael!” Lucy whispered softly, touching his arm. He was smiled vaguely, as though thinking of something far away. “Michael, who makes the shadows?”
Michael looked down at her and smiled. “They’re the shadows of the people who lived in this castle,” he said. “It’s part of the magic.”
“Then – it is enchanted! I felt there was something odd about it.”
Michael was silent again and Lucy followed the direction of his eyes. He was watching the shadow of a young girl as it moved about. She seemed very beautiful and graceful. She wore long robes, with sleeves that fell to the floor, and her hair was long, hanging to her knees.
She was walking back and forth and every once in a while, Lucy thought she held out her arms in their direction.
“What does she want?” she whispered. “Is she trying to tell us something?”
“She’s tired of waiting,” Michael said, “for the enchantment to be over. She gets very impatient sometimes. That is Gloria, the first princess who ever lived here. This castle was made for her.”
“Was she a – Fairy Princess?”
“Well, not at first. Would you like to hear about her?”
“Oh, yes!” said Lucy.”
― Marian Cockrell
“She sat down at a table, with books piled high around her and began looking through them rapidly, looking for some information concerning marriage with mortals. Dust rose from the books and swirled about her, dancing and glittering wherever the light struck it.
Mika leaned over her shoulder curiously, repeating softly to himself some of the incantations he read there. At once there were faint rustlings and sighs in the air.
“Stop, stop!” Flumpdoria cried. “You silly thing, do you want all the jinns and genii in the world bumping about in this room? Don’t say those spells aloud. And stop looking over my shoulder. It gives me the creeps.”
― Marian Cockrell
Mika leaned over her shoulder curiously, repeating softly to himself some of the incantations he read there. At once there were faint rustlings and sighs in the air.
“Stop, stop!” Flumpdoria cried. “You silly thing, do you want all the jinns and genii in the world bumping about in this room? Don’t say those spells aloud. And stop looking over my shoulder. It gives me the creeps.”
― Marian Cockrell
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