Lord Sunday
Illustrated by tim Stevens
First published in the USA by Scholastic Inc 2010
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books 2010 HarperCollins Children’s Books is a division of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street, London SE1 9GF
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Illustrations by Tim Stevens 2010
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Version: 2019-01-10
To all my very patient readers, editors, family and friends; and to two writers of science fiction and fantasy who particularly inspired me to write this series and lit my path ahead. Thank you, Philip José Farmer and Roger Zelazny.
Table of Contents
Arthur fell.
The air rushed past him, stinging his eyes and ripping at his hair and clothes. He had already fallen through the hole made by Saturday’s assault ram, past the grasping roots and tendrils of the underside of the Incomparable Gardens. Now he was plummeting through the clouds, and a small part of him knew that if he didn’t do something really soon he was going to smash into Saturday’s tower and in all likelihood be so badly broken that even with his newly reshaped Denizen body he would die – or wish he was dead.
But Arthur didn’t do anything, at least not in those first few, vital seconds. He knew it was an illusion, but it felt like the wind was holding him up, rather than rushing past. In his left hand he held the small mirror that was the Fifth Key, and in his right he clutched the quill pen that was the Sixth Key, which he had wrested from Saturday and taken with him over the edge. Because of this, Arthur