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

by T.J. Klune

“Do you think there’s a graveyard here, Mr. Baker?” Lucy asked. “I would like to see it, if there is.” “I told you I should have brought my shovel,” Talia muttered. “How am I supposed to dig up dead bodies without my shovel?”

If Linus’s life were a drama, the last week of his stay on Marsyas would have been cold and rainy, the gray clouds shifting overhead to match his mood. But it was sunny, of course. The sky and the sea were cerulean.

home isn’t always the house we live in. It’s also the people we choose to surround ourselves with.