CLIVE BARKER
Abarat
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First published in 2002
Copyright © 2002 by Clive Barker
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Source ISBN: 9780006513704
Ebook Edition © JANUARY 2009 ISBN: 9780007301690
Version: 2017-11-02
PRAISE FOR CLIVE BARKER AND ABARAT
“Above all, this is a deeply lovely catalogue of the strange. Islands carved into colossal heads, giant moths made of coloured ether, words that turn into aeroplanes, tentacled maggot-monsters: they dance past like a carnival, a true surrender to the weird.”
Guardian
“Always creating and always pushing into the farthest reaches of the human mind, [Barker] is an artist in every sense of the word. He is the great imaginer of our time.”
QUENTIN TARANTINO
“Clive Barker is a magician of the first order”
New York Daily News
“Keeps you effortlessly turning the pages”
New York Times Magazine
“A blend of Alice in Wonderland and The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe”
Entertainment Weekly
“Clever, but oh so creepy”
People
To Emilian David Armstrong
I dreamed a limitless book,
A book unbound,
Its leaves scattered in fantastic abundance.
On every line there was a new horizon drawn,
New heavens supposed;
New states, new souls.
One of those souls,
Dozing through some imagined afternoon,
Dreamed these words.
And needing a hand to set them down,
Made mine.
C. B.
CONTENTS
2. What Henry Murkitt Left Behind;