The Glass Sentence (The Mapmakers Trilogy)

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Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Epigraph

Maps

PROLOGUE

PART I EXPLORATION

Chapter 1
: Closing an Age

Chapter 2
: The Wharf Trolley

Chapter 3
: Shadrack Elli, Cartologer

Chapter 4
: Through the Library Door

Chapter 5
: Learning to Read

Chapter 6
: A Trail of Feathers

Chapter 7
: Between Pages

Chapter 8
: The Exile

Chapter 9
: Departure

PART II PURSUIT

Chapter 10
: The White Chapel

Chapter 11
: On the Tracks

Chapter 12
: Travel by Moonlight

Chapter 13
: The Western Line

Chapter 14
: The Glacine Age

Chapter 15
: Safe Harbor

Chapter 16
: Seasick

Chapter 17
: A Swan in the Gulf

Chapter 18
: Chocolate, Paper, Coin

Chapter 19
: The Bullet

Chapter 20
: At the Gates

PART III ENTRAPMENT

Chapter 21
: The Botanist

Chapter 22
: The Soil of the Ages

Chapter 23
: The Four Maps

Chapter 24
: Into the Sand

Chapter 25
: The Royal Library

Chapter 26
: Of Both Marks

Chapter 27
: With an Iron Fist

Chapter 28
: Sailing South

Chapter 29
: The Leafless Tree

Chapter 30
: The Eclipse

PART IV DISCOVERY

Chapter 31
: The Lined Palm

Chapter 32
: Flash Flood

Chapter 33
: The Nighting Vine

Chapter 34
: A Lost Age

Chapter 35
: Below the Lake

Chater 36
: A Map of the World

Chapter 37
: The End of Days

Chapter 38
: A Fair Wind, a Fair Hand

Chapter 39
: The Empty City

EPILOGUE: To Each Her Own Age

Acknowledgments

About the author

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Copyright © 2014 by S. E. Grove

Maps by Dave A. Stevenson

Cover art copyright © 2014 by Stephanie Hans

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Grove, S. E.

The glass sentence / S. E. Grove.

pages cm. — (Mapmakers ; book 1)

Summary: In 1891, in a world transformed by 1799’s Great Disruption—when all of the continents were flung into different time periods—thirteen-year-old Sophia Tims and her friend Theo go in search of Sophia’s uncle, Shadrack Elli, Boston’s foremost cartologer, who has been kidnapped.

ISBN 978-0-698-14499-6

[1. Fantasy. 2. Maps—Fiction. 3. Kidnapping—Fiction.] I. Title.

PZ7.G9273Gl 2014

[Fic] —dc23

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For my parents and my brother

There can be no scholar without the heroic mind. The preamble of thought, the transition through which it passes from the unconscious to the conscious, is action. Only so much do I know, as I have lived. Instantly we know whose words are loaded with life, and whose not.

The world,—this shadow of the soul, or
other me
—lies wide around. Its attractions are the keys which unlock my thoughts and make me acquainted with myself. I run eagerly into this resounding tumult.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson, “The American Scholar,” 1837

P
ROLOGUE

I
T
HAPPENE
D
LONG
ago, when I was only a child. Back then, the outskirts of Boston were still farmland, and in the summer I spent the long days out of doors with friends, coming home only when the sun set. We escaped the heat by swimming in Boon’s Stream, which had a quick current and a deep pool.

On one especially warm day in the summer of 1799, July 16, all my friends had arrived at the stream before me. I could hear them shouting as I ran toward the bank, and when they saw me standing at the edge of the best diving spot, they called to urge me on. “Jump, Lizzie, jump!” I stripped down to my linen underclothes. Then I took a running start and jumped. I had no way of knowing that when I landed, it would be in a different world.

I found myself suspended over the pool. With my knees curled up and my arms wrapped around them, I hung there, looking at the water and at the bank near it, unable to move. It was like trying to wake while inside a dream. You want to wake, want to move, but you can’t; your eyes remain closed, your limbs remain stubbornly still. Only your mind is moving, saying, “Get up, get up!” It was just like that, except the dream that would not let go was the world around me.

Everything had gone quiet. I could not even hear my heart beating. Yet I knew that time was passing, and it was passing too quickly. My friends remained motionless while the water around them rushed past in swirling currents at a frightening speed. And then I saw something happening on the banks of the stream.

The grass began growing before my eyes. It grew steadily, until it reached the height that it normally reached in late summer. Then it began to wilt and brown. The leaves on the trees by the banks of the stream turned yellow and orange and red; before long, they had faded and fluttered to the ground. The light around me shone dully gray, as if stuck between day and night. As the leaves began to fall, the light grew dimmer. The field turned a silvery brown as far as I could see and in the next moment transformed itself into a wide, snow-covered expanse. The stream below me slowed and then froze. The snow rose and fell in waves, as it would through the passage of a long winter, and then it began to recede, pulling away from the naked branches and the soil, leaving muddy earth behind it. The ice on the stream broke into pieces and the water once again rushed through it. Beyond the banks of the stream, the ground turned a pale green, as new shoots sprang up through the soil, and the trees appeared to grow a verdant lace at their edges. Before too long, the leaves took on their darker summer hue and the grass grew higher. It passed in an instant, but I felt as though I had lived an entire year apart from the world while the world moved on.

Suddenly, I dropped. I landed in Boon’s Stream and heard, once again, all the sounds of the world around me. The stream gurgled and splashed, and my friends and I looked at one another in shock. We had all seen the same thing, and we had no idea what had happened.

In the days and weeks and months that followed, the people of Boston began to discover the incredible consequences of that moment, even if we could not begin to understand it. The ships from England and France ceased to arrive. When the first sailors who set out from Boston after the change returned, dazed and terrified, they brought back confounding stories of ancient ports and plagues. Traders who headed north described a barren land covered with snow, where all signs of human existence had vanished and incredible beasts known only in myth had suddenly appeared. Travelers who ventured south gave reports so varied—cities of towering glass, and horse raids, and unknown creatures—that no two were the same.

It became apparent that in one terrible moment the various parts of the world had come apart. They were unfastened from time. Spinning freely in different directions, each piece of the world had been flung into a different Age. When the moment passed, the pieces lay scattered, as close to each other in space as they had always been, but hopelessly separated by time. No one knew how old the world truly was, or which Age had caused the catastrophe. The world as we knew it had been broken, and a new world had taken its place.

We called it the Great Disruption.

—Elizabeth Elli to her grandson Shadrack, 1860

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