A beech tree stands creaking, groaning, but never moving. Even when the wind blows, the branches do not stir. It is barren of leaves, all days of the year. Some say it once was alive, that it basked viridian in the spring, offered shade in the summer, and had leaves that turned to warm copper in the fall. But it has c...
Jasslyn Brookside has always harboured a curiosity for her childhood friend. She can't be blamed: Jacoby Harold is constantly trailed by flowers and plants, the occasional balloon or firework. He isn't the only one. From the day Jasslyn could form the thought that this was out of the ordinary, she has seen others like...