It was always such a business, changing the thread.
Cookie had looked at it that morning and declared that it would have to be changed that afternoon, which made Annabel sigh. The thread around her wrist had seen one too many baths and was brittle and tenuous. It was understood that this was a Great Privilege, and that Annabel was Not To Wander Off.Īnnabel didn’t mean to wander off. When she was old enough to know the faces around her as Father, Mother, and Cookie, Annabel was allowed out into the garden to walk, her tiny silver rattle tinkling at her wrist. The only time it was silent was when she held it under the water in the bath. By the time she was two, Annabel was used to the tug of thread about her wrist and the tinkling of the rattle when she moved. They wouldn’t let her take the rattle off, even when she cried for hours on end. The clever brown one tied a sparkling rattle to a thread around her wrist and went away, and after that the rest of the faces looked less worried. Annabel remembered the worried faces bent over her in her mother’s arms, and the long, clever, brown face that came later when all the others had gone. Peter said that was rubbish, but Peter was always inclined to think that no one was quite as special or clever as he was. 1Īnnabel was certain she remembered being born. Those of you who have read MASQUE as well as SPINDLE will also meet some young characters who seem a little bit familiar…Īnd since I can, I’m posting the first chapter of BLACKFOOT for you guys, by way of whetting your appetite (and annoying the heck out of you when you realise that you can’t read the rest until next week, muahahaha). Or, at least, some of ’em are still characters you know, just mixed up a bit. It’s only a week before BLACKFOOT’s release date of April 17th! Hooray!įor those of you who don’t know/didn’t realise: BLACKFOOT is the second book in the Two Monarchies Sequence and continues almost straight after the events of SPINDLE, though with a few different characters.
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