The Black Book 1. [antikvár]

Sept S Sophie and I sneak out of her parents' house while everyone is sleeping and we go down to the barn to saddle up the horses. The sunlight is slanting through the windows of the barn, making the spider-webs up near the hayloft glow softly. We saddle up Angel and Blaze and I follow her down the mossy path and soon we are riding along the beach in Maine listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks and the seagulls cawing in the misty sky. The air is cold and the horses' breath comes out in clouds. There is a lobster boat collecting traps out on the water and I can see steam rising from the cup of coffee one of the lobstermen is holding. "Jonah," Sophie says. "Are you coming?" 1