Chapters (106)
- Acknowledgments
- Master George and Mistress Jane
- Chapter
- A Very Strange Letter
- Chapter
- A Kid’s Worst Nightmare
- Chapter
- Edgar the Brave
- Chapter
- A Most Unwelcome Patch of Smoke
- Chapter
- The Lady in the Trees
- Chapter
- Mothball
- Chapter
- A Very Important Date
- Chapter
- The Gnat Rat
- Chapter
- The Temptation of the Flames
- Chapter
- Old and Dusty
- Chapter
- The Voice of M.G.
- Chapter
- Talking to Sofia
- Chapter
- Shoes and Mittens
- Chapter
- Little Ball ofBread Dough
- Chapter
- Nowhere in Between
- Chapter
- Smoky Bathroom
- Chapter
- Edgar the Wise
- Chapter
- An Odd Christmas Present
- Chapter
- The Land of Ice and Snow
- Chapter
- Old, Funny, and Smelly
- Chapter
- Going Postal
- Chapter
- Bonding with Norbert
- Chapter
- Pedal to the Metal
- Chapter
- The Girl with Black Hair
- Chapter
- Time Constraints
- Part3: The Magic Words
- Chapter
- April Fool
- Chapter
- A Meeting in the Woods
- Chapter
- A Bundle of Clues
- Chapter
- The Third Musketeer
- Chapter
- Paul’s Little Secret
- Chapter
- Shattered Glass
- Chapter
- The Final Clue
- Chapter
- The Miracle of Screaming
- Chapter
- The Final Preparation
- Chapter
- Among the Dead
- Chapter
- A Familiar Name
- Chapter
- Sitting Down
- Chapter
- A Lot of Water
- Chapter
- Master George
- Chapter
- The Tale of the Realities
- Chapter
- The Doohickey
- Chapter
- A Bump in the Night
- Chapter
- Escalation of Plans
- Chapter
- The Thirteenth Reality
- Chapter
- Chi’karda Drive
- Chapter
- Annika’s Toss
- Chapter
- Double Doors
- Chapter
- The Golden Button
- Chapter
- The Calm after the Storm
- Chapter
- Homecoming
- Epilogue
- The Thwarted Meeting
- Discussion Questions
Mothball put her gigantic hands on her hips. “By my count, you’ve done asked me several questions in a row, little man, and none time to answer them. Me brain may be bigger than yers, but you’re workin’ it a bit much, don’t ya think?”
“Okay, then,” Tick said. “Just answer one.”
“Ain’t it in the Prime where they say ‘Patience is a virtue’? Looks like you missed out on that bit of clever advice.”
Tick laughed despite the craziness of it all. “Mothball, I’m more confused every time you speak. How about you just tell me whatever you want, and I’ll shut up and listen.” He rubbed his neck, which hurt from looking up at her so much. His scarf was crusted in snow.
“Now that’s more like it, though I must admit I don’t know what to say now.” Mothball folded her arms, her face scrunching up into a serious frown as she stared down at Tick. “No harm in tellin’ that you’re from the Prime, I reckon, and that I’m from the Fifth, and me friend Rutger’s from the Eleventh I told you about just now. Wee little gent, old Rutger—looks a little like a ball of bread dough, he does. The poor bloke is short as a field swine and twice as fat. You’ll be meetin’ him, too, ya know, right directly if he’s about his business.”
“Wait,” Tick said, forgetting his promise to be quiet, at which Mothball rolled her eyes. “You sound like you know who I am. This is somehow related to the letters I got in the mail, isn’t it?”
“What else, little man? Did ya ever see an eight-foot woman before you got the notes from the Master?”
“Mast—” Tick paused, his mind churning like the snowflakes that swirled around his body. This giant woman had obviously come to talk to him specifically, for a purpose, and yet he’d learned nothing. “Look, Mothball, maybe you could explain everything, from the beginning?”
She shook her head vigorously. “Can’t do that, little man. Can’t do that at’all.”
“Then why did you come here? Why did you step out of the woods to talk to me?”
“To rub ya a little, give ya a bit of confidence, ya know. Me boss sent me. Sendin’ me all over the place, he is, just to help where I can.”
“Help with what?”