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conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled The Doorway and the Deep about Readers, Kirkus, Reviews with the genre: Children's Books, Science Fiction & Fantasy?
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conversations.value: "Readers of the first volume will settle right into this and then leave it eager for a third." -Kirkus Reviews
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conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: The Doorway and the Deep
  Adelaide, now aware this was an argument she wouldn't win, gave a moan of exasperation. She sat on the ground, legs crossed in a surprisingly unrefined way, and though Lottie thought Adelaide looked a little ridiculous, she felt a lot like doing the very same thing.
  It was dawn by the time they set out. Wisp Territory had never been very bright, even in the daylight, so dense were the branches and leaves overhead. But now that the yews had lost their needlelike leaves, Lottie's face was kissed with far more sunlight than she'd seen in a long month. She was tired, and her legs were already weary from walking through the plagued part of the wood, past sickly wisps and putrid stenches and cries for help that tore at her heart. She was tired, but she gained strength from the light. She had almost forgotten what it was like to rise with the sun.
  Lottie and the others had been allowed to return to the Clearing and pack their belongings, all under the watchful eyes of Cynbel and three of his guards. These guards, along with Silvia, Lyre, and Mr. Wilfer, now followed them to the edge of Wisp Territory and the start of Wandlebury Wood proper. Lottie had traveled through the wood once before, but that had been far off the main path in an attempt to avoid the Barghest and the Southerly Guard.
  Adelaide didn't hear Fife; she was too busy crying in her father's arms. Oliver, too, stood by Mr. Wilfer, his eyes dull gray. Lottie turned away, leaving the Wilfers to their private goodbyes. She checked the contents of her satchel: a flashlight from home, clothes, a bag of sweet-so-sours, and, of course, her favorite green scarf. She couldn't shake the suspicion that she was forgetting something important. In a sudden panic, she checked her pocket. Her fingers grazed feathers. Trouble gave a sleepy chirp and turned over, out of reach.
  Eliot hadn't cried or raised his voice or even mentioned the fact that his trip home had been brutally canceled by a group of ax-wielding Southerlies. Still, Lottie felt the loss deeply, and she knew Eliot did, too. Mr. Walsch would have no way of knowing where they were and why they hadn't arrived for Thanksgiving supper. Lottie had searched on hand and knee for her copper box in the ruins of the apple tree, but it, too, was gone. Maybe Iolanthe and her guards had taken it, thinking it was important. Maybe they'd thrown it into the wood and trampled it underfoot. Whatever the case, their remaining connection to Mr. Walsch was gone, and Lottie only knew that the sooner they got to the Northerly Court, the better.
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conversations.value: Do you know three more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: There were guests in Fife's room. Even before Lottie stepped through the doorway, she heard peppery laughs and a deep voice shouting, "No fair, that! Eh! No fair!"
  Roote and Crag were paying a visit. They and Eliot sat on the giant canopied bed, while Fife floated above a mound of pillows. Scattered on the bed were colored stones and octagonal pieces of paper that resembled playing cards.
  Lottie, who didn't appreciate being compared to Silvia Dulcet, decided not to press the issue further.
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conversations.value: There were guests in Fife's room. Even before Lottie stepped through the doorway, she heard peppery laughs and a deep voice shouting, "No fair, that! Eh! No fair!"
  Roote and Crag were paying a visit. They and Eliot sat on the giant canopied bed, while Fife floated above a mound of pillows. Scattered on the bed were colored stones and octagonal pieces of paper that resembled playing cards.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last four paragraphs?
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conversations.value: She felt a jolt on both legs. Her stomach dragged across the ground, and Oliver rose from the gorge by a foot. His hands and Lottie's now rested in the sand.
  The awful booming sound came again. The ground rumbled. A great crash echoed from somewhere nearby. The earth Oliver was resting on crumbled.
  Lottie screamed. She lost her grip on Oliver's left hand. A heavy weight pulled on her arm. Hot wind blasted into her face. She could no longer feel solid earth beneath her. She was falling into the darkness below.
  She heard Eliot's scream very near her ear. Adelaide's shrieks came after, though higher up, at the surface. All was shouts and warm air and the rush of silver.