Rumble In the Narrow Pewter Space Between the gray of consciousness and the obsidian where dreams ebb and flow, there is a wishbone window. And trapped in its glass, a single silver shard of enlightenment. It is this mystics search for. The truth of the Holy Grail. It is this believers pray for. The spark, alpha and omega. It is this the gilded claim to hold in the cups of their hands. But what of those who plunge into slumber, who snap from sleep's embrace? What of those who measure their tomorrows with finite numbers, cross them off their calendars one by one? Some say death is a doorway, belief the key. Others claim you only have to stumble across the threshold to glimpse a hundred billion universes in the blink of single silver shard. Excerpted from Rumble by Ellen Hopkins All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
