Y todas las noches bajo la vía láctea parecen eternas

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The Ocean At the End of the Lane is a novel about memory and magic and survival, about the power of stories and the darkness inside each of us.

It began for our narrator forty years ago when he was seven: the lodger stole the family’s car and committed suicide in it, stirring up ancient powers best left undisturbed.  Creatures from beyond the world are on the loose, and it will take everything our narrator has just to stay alive: there is primal horror here, and a menace unleashed — within his family, and from the forces that have gathered to destroy it.

His only defense is three women, on a ramshackle farm at the end of the lane. The youngest of them claims that her duckpond is an ocean. The oldest can remember the Big Bang.

 Ocean at the End of the Lane
 is a fable that reshapes modern fantasy: moving, terrifying and elegiac — as pure as a dream, as delicate as a butterfly’s wing, as dangerous as a knife in the dark.
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  2. prettysortofmarvellous said: Why is this book not in my hands RIGHT NOW?
  3. captainsunbeam said: aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
  4. kerdea said: That LIFE magazine shot was my wallpaper on my laptop for a long time! (Neil can just peer into our souls, apparently…)
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