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Chapter OneHarvey Half-DevouredThe great gray beast February had eaten Harvey Swick alive. Here he was, buried in the belly of that smothering month, wondering if he would ever find his way out through the cold coils that lay between here and Easter.He didn't think much of his chances. More than likely he'd become so bored as the hours crawled by that one day he'd simply forget to breathe. Then maybe people would get to wondering why such a fine young lad had perished in his prime. It would become a celebrated mystery, which wouldn't be solved until some great detective decided to re-create a day in Harvey's life.Then, and only then, would the grim truth be discovered. The detective would first follow Harvey's route to school every morning, trekking through the dismal streets. Then he'd sit at Harvey's desk, and listen to the pitiful drone of the history teacher and the science teacher, and wonder how the heroic boy had managed to keep his eyes open. And finally, as the wasted day dwindled to dusk, he'd trace the homeward trek, and as he set foot on the step from which he had departed that morning, and people asked him — as they would — why such a sweet soul as Harvey had died, he would shake his head and say: "It's very simple.""Oh?" the curious crowd would say. "Do tell."And, brushing away a tear, the detective would reply: "Harvey Swick was eaten by the great gray beast February."It was a monstrous month, that was for sure; a dire and dreary month. The pleasures of Christmas, both sharp and sweet, were already dimming in Harvey's memory, and the promise of summer was so remote as to be mythical. There'd be a spring break, of course, but how far off was that? Five weeks? Six?Mathematics wasn't his strong point, so he didn't irritate himself further by attempting — and failing — to calculate the days. He simply knew that long before the sun came to save him he would have withered away in the belly of the beast."You shouldn't waste your time sitting up here," his mom said when she came in and found him watching the raindrops chase each other down the glass of his bedroom window."I've got nothing better to do," Harvey said, without looking around."Well then, you can make yourself useful," his mom said.Harvey shuddered. Useful? That was another word for hard labor. He sprang up, marshaling his excuses — he hadn't done "this; he hadn't done "that — but it was too late."You can start by tidying up this room," his mom said."But --""Don't sit wishing the days away, honey. Life's too short.""But --""That's a good boy."And with that she left him to it. Muttering to himself, he stared around the room. It wasn't even untidy. There were one or two games scattered around; a couple of drawers open; a few clothes hanging out: It looked just fine."I am "ten," he said to himself (having no brothers and sisters, he talked to himself a good deal). "I mean, it's not like I'm a kid. I don't have to tidy up just because "she says so. It's boring."He wasn't just muttering now, he was talking out loud."I want to...I want to..." He went to the mirror, and quizzed it. "What "do I want?" The strawhaired, snub-nosed, brown-eyed boy he saw before him shook his head. "I don't know what I want," he said. "I just know I'll die if I don't have some fun. I will! I'll die!"As he spoke, the window rattled. A gust of wind blew hard against it — then a second; then a third — and eventhough Harvey didn't remember the window being so much as an inch ajar, it was suddenly thrown open. Cold rain spattered his face. Half closing his eyes, he crossed to the window and fumbled to slam it, making sure that the latch was in place this time.The wind had started his lamp moving, and when he turned back the whole room seemed to be swinging around. One moment the fight was blazing in his eyes, the next it was flooding the opposite wall. But in between the blaze and the flood it lit the middle of his room, and standing there — shaking the rain off his hat — was a stranger.He looked harmless enough. He was no more than six inches taller than Harvey, his frame scrawny, his skin distinctly yellowish in color. He was wearing a fancy suit, a pair of spectacles and a lavish smile."Who are you?" Harvey demanded, wondering how he could get past this interloper to the door."Don't be nervous," the man replied, teasing off one of his suede gloves, taking Harvey's hand and shaking it. "My name's Rictus. You "are Harvey Swick, aren't you?""Yes...""I thought for a moment I'd got the wrong house."Harvey couldn't take his eyes off Rictus's grin. It was wide enough to shame a shark, with two perfect rows of gleaming teeth.Rictus took off his spectacles, pulled a handkerchief from the pocket of his waterlogged jacket, then started to mop off the raindrops. Either he or the handkerchief gave off an odor that was far from fragrant. The smell, in truth, was flatulent."You've got questions, I can see that," Rictus said to Harvey."Yeah.""Ask away. I've got nothing to hide.""Well, how did you get in, for one thing?""Through the window, of course.""It's a long way up from the street.""Not if you'reflying.""Flying?""Of course. How else was I going to get around on a foul night like this?

Synopsis:

Mr. Hood's Holiday House has stood for a thousand years, welcoming countless children into its embrace. It is a place of miracles, a blissful rounds of treats and seasons, where every childhood whim may be satisfied...

There is a price to be paid, of course, but young Harvey Swick, bored with his life and beguiled by Mr. Hood's wonders, does not stop to consider the consequences. It is only when the House shows it's darker face — when Harvey discovers the pitiful creatures that dwell in its shadows — that he comes to doubt Mr. Hood's philanthropy.

The House and its mysterious architect are not about to release their captive without a battle, however. Mr. Hood has ambitious for his new guest, for Harvey's soul burns brighter than any soul he has encountered in a thousand years...

Synopsis:

From the bestselling author of Imajica comes a fable for all ages that features as its hero ten-year-old Harvey Swick. Bored to tears, Harvey is spirited away by an imp to the beautiful Holiday House, where every childhood whim may be satisfied. But the price tag of this Eden is pure evil. . . . 42 drawings.

About the Author

The Thief of Always is Clive Barker's first book for children. He is the internationally best-selling and award-winning author of several books for adults, including Weaveworld, Imajica, and Galilee. Mr. Barker regularly shows his art in Los Angeles and New York, and produces and directs for both large screen and small. He lives in Los Angeles.

Product Details

ISBN:
9780061091469
Author:
Barker, Clive
Publisher:
HarperTorch
Author:
by Clive Barker
Location:
New York, N.Y. :
Subject:
General
Subject:
Fiction
Subject:
Horror
Subject:
Fantasy
Subject:
Fantasy - Dark/Horror
Subject:
Horror tales
Subject:
Allegories
Subject:
Juvenile
Subject:
Horror - General
Subject:
General Fiction
Copyright:
Edition Description:
Mass Market PB
Series Volume:
no. 36
Publication Date:
19931104
Binding:
Paperback
Grade Level:
General/trade
Language:
English
Illustrations:
Yes
Pages:
288
Dimensions:
6.78x4.24x.79 in. .31 lbs.

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Product details 288 pages HarperTorch - English 9780061091469 Reviews:
"Synopsis" by ,

Mr. Hood's Holiday House has stood for a thousand years, welcoming countless children into its embrace. It is a place of miracles, a blissful rounds of treats and seasons, where every childhood whim may be satisfied...

There is a price to be paid, of course, but young Harvey Swick, bored with his life and beguiled by Mr. Hood's wonders, does not stop to consider the consequences. It is only when the House shows it's darker face — when Harvey discovers the pitiful creatures that dwell in its shadows — that he comes to doubt Mr. Hood's philanthropy.

The House and its mysterious architect are not about to release their captive without a battle, however. Mr. Hood has ambitious for his new guest, for Harvey's soul burns brighter than any soul he has encountered in a thousand years...

"Synopsis" by , From the bestselling author of Imajica comes a fable for all ages that features as its hero ten-year-old Harvey Swick. Bored to tears, Harvey is spirited away by an imp to the beautiful Holiday House, where every childhood whim may be satisfied. But the price tag of this Eden is pure evil. . . . 42 drawings.

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