The House in the Cerulean Sea (Cerulean Chronicles, #1)

by T.J. Klune

“Mr. Baker,” Lucy said sweetly. “Can I get you something to drink? Juice, perhaps? Tea?” He leaned forward and dropped his voice. “The blood of a baby born in a cemetery under a full moon?”

“There’s music everywhere, Mr. Baker. You just have to learn to listen for it.”

“Men are stupid creatures.” “Hey!” “They are. I don’t know why. Stubborn, obstinate, and stupid. It would be endearing if it wasn’t so frustrating.”

He dreams. Is that understood, I wonder? He dreams of a future that he may never have. And while his dreams may seem small, they are still his and his alone.

“That’s what I think. Ever heard of Santo and Johnny?” “‘Sleep Walk’ is my jam, man!”

“And apparently that includes cleaning up after men throwing their snits. Honestly. For all their bluster, I’ve noticed that men melt so very easily. Little snowflakes, they are.”