Wednesdays in the Tower (Tuesdays at the Castle)
Jessica Day George
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A castle that is constantly rearranging itself, and a young royal family sworn to protect it. Celie, Rolf, and their beloved Castle Glower are back in this exciting sequel to Tuesdays at the Castle.
When her brother Rolf dares her to catch magical Castle Glower creating a new room, Princess Celie takes the challenge. No one knows the Castle better than she does. But as usual, the Castle has ideas of its own. Celie finds the new room first, and inside it is hidden a giant egg. It looks like the Castle wants Celie to care for the egg and whatever creature it hatches, but Celie hadn't bargained for a pet. And caring for this one will prove to be especially tricky once Celie and her siblings realize what else the Castle is hiding . . .
Jessica Day George's magical series is a classic in the making―and not to be missed.
with iron, and Celie had never seen it before in her life. She opened it with caution, and found a spiraling flight of stairs that led to a large tower room. The new room was empty except for tightly woven straw floor mats and assorted toys. It had broad, tightly shuttered windows on all sides, and a high, peaked roof. There was even a second water dish and box of sawdust. “Oh, Rufus!” Celie called down the stairs to where the little griffin was doing his best to follow, but his freshly shined
wonderful to put herself in the same category as those warriors of legend. “I’ve taken care of him since the moment he was hatched,” she went on. “I don’t see any other person or griffin here who can say the same.” She felt her ears turn red when she heard how that probably sounded. “Not that you all haven’t helped a great deal, and I’m very grateful,” she hastened to add. “No,” Bran said, waving a hand, “it’s true. He’s definitely bonded to you.” He smiled ruefully. “Do you think that the
scream and gouged at the bricks with one talon. The bricks melted away, revealing the holiday feasting hall and its strange assortment of tapestries, cloaks, weapons, and memories. Rufus lunged into the room, and the Glower family, Lulath, Pogue, and Wizard Arkwright trailed after him. They all looked around in varying moods of wonder, curiosity, and, in Celie’s case, sudden tiredness at the things she and Rolf had collected. Pogue had also brought some of the things from the Armor Gallery.
behind in the Glorious Arkower, and a part was kept by me.” “What part?” Bran demanded. Arkwright pointed to the fireplace. They all looked at the circular indentation on the mantel that had always caught Celie’s eye. “The Eye of the Castle,” Arkwright said. “We broke it in half, crippling the Castle, in a sense. My uncle kept half and stayed behind. I took the other half with me.” “Bring it here,” Bran said, his voice cold. “That would be most unwise,” Arkwright began. “I don’t care,” Bran
“Anyway, if the Castle is locking you in your room, and possibly even dropping things down the chimney, then it definitely wants you to keep Rufus a secret.” He sighed. “Even though I think it’s a rather strange idea, having to keep a wild animal in your bedcham—Hey!” Celie had sidled around Bran and grabbed the slip of parchment from his pocket. “Goldenwings …” She looked at the names in incredulity. Bran? Pragmatic, studious Bran had written down Goldenwings as a potential name for her