Thank you," the young mother said again. "Thank you." "The Black Tower protects," Logain heard himself say. "Always." "I will send him to you to be tested when he is of age," the woman promised, holding her son. "I would have him join you, if he has the talent." The talent. Not the curse. The talent.

She'd become an English major for the purest and dullest of reasons: because she loved to read.

today. By the end of 1882, Edison’s company is powering electric light for the entire Pearl Street district in Lower Manhattan.

And then - thwack! - Anne had brought her slate down on Gilbert's head and cracked it - slate not head - clear across.

Written By L.M. Montgomery

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