Mercedes Livingston is a well known and beloved author of murder mysteries in Harpers Ferry, West Virginia.  Bored and sitting at the library with his mother and amongst a crowd of fans, a young 7 year old Chris Matheson bumps into Livingston and the last thing he hears her say is, “I’m working on the greatest mystery ever.” After that, she is never seen or heard from again. Fast forward years later, adult Chris Matheson receives a letter from Mercedes Livingston after the shocking death of his mother’s best friend. Questions arise as they pour over this mystery and the Geezer Squad rises up to solve this case.

We are earthly creators for the heavenly realm. We are inventors and innovators in this world for the world beyond.

Imagine, if you will, what it was like when you were young and had that visionary sparkle in your eye. Maybe you spent your time with your eyes towards the sky and imagined the stars falling, befriending you, and running amongst the dark green fields coming to play. Maybe you imagined dragons and hairless wart hogs to ride on into the morning sun to fight your enemies. Perhaps as a child you played in the sprinklers and you imagined the water drops become icy droplets of snow in the heat of summer.

“Your eyes can see it sitting there just for you but if only God would just move!“

The current of the morning rush was as strong as ever. Both boys screaming at my feet, the husband busy trying to get ready for work and I could already feel my impatience growing. Toys are flying and the dishes scatter as I attempt to fix a quick breakfast of eggs and toast.

There was, on the wall of my living room, a clock that was fairly large. At least it was large to me as I was just a little girl. It sat on the wall ticking away in continued stillness whether or not I was sitting in front of it or running through the house. And everyday, a few times a day, it would ding and dong and ring out a song that I can remember to this day. It was loud and the sounds rung through my ears and around the room, and never failed to tell me what time it was. Sometimes it told me it was evening and sometimes it rang out the sounds of morning. It was a reliable presence in my childhood home, singing out the song of time in my younger days.

“I prefer to remain unenlightened, to better appreciate the dark.”

Le Cirque des Reves, the Night Circus, comes without warning. It comes in the night in the blink of an eye. It is simply there, without question or cause. Marco and Celia are two young magicians inside of this circus and they both are part of a lifelong battle. Magic is the tool of the game and the circus is the stage. Little do they know, in the game only one can be left standing. But before they even realize it, they have fallen head over heels in love with one another. But love is not a part of the game nor does it give them a one-way ticket out of it. So, they must play the game regardless of circumstances around them. Whatever the costs, the show must go on.

“At last, said the dragon, comes one who can ease our sorrow with song.”

After learning about who they really are, the Igiby children are on the run from the Fangs of Dang to save themselves and their family. The second book in the series, The Wingfeather Saga, starts off with The Igiby family once again hiding away. Podo, Nia, Janner, Tink (now we learn his real name is Kalmar), and Leeli and their newfound friend Artham are all running from the Fangs of Dang while living in the Glipwood Forest. From then on, their goal is to reach the Ice Prairies, a place which the Fangs cannot go.