The Green Ember (The Green Ember #1)

by S.D. Smith

“They have given you lies for every meal,

“I know you have these and more questions. You’re far too clever to be satisfied with ignorance.

“Picket,” he said quietly, “stay angry. It’s okay if it’s at me, for now. If you aren’t angry about the wicked things happening in the world all around, then you don’t have a soul.”

smiling like he was put on earth for the purpose of smiling.

Miss, but what’s frightening is the state of these hedges!” he said, scowling at the row and holding his hand up carefully, closing one eye, trying to measure how straight they were. “Hello, Heyward,” Emma said. “You’re absolutely, positively, without-a-doubt correct about the hedges. They’re really quite crooked. I almost lost my balance just looking at them.”

Emma looked as if she’d seen enough of his smirks and he might want to try a new expression out.

“A semi-madness?” Emma laughed. “So he’s ahead of you on the madness scale. That’s good.”

He wore glasses like Father, but these had large red frames that circled his huge wild eyes, one of which was determined to look the wrong way.

whatever-clever

“I think you’re underestimating me.” “I have no estimation of you at all, child.” Helmer yawned. “You’re nothing.”

Emma’s frown looked to be permanent,

Mr. Weaver is my other half. If he is gone, then I am half-dead. So,