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The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Riddle of Ages

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Trenton Lee Stewart
Trenton Lee Stewart

Trenton Lee Stewart is an American author known for his children's literature. His most famous work is the 'Mysterious Benedict Society' series, which has won the hearts of young readers worldwide. more

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“Perhaps this is where he belonged, with the lonely old banderbear in the endless Deepwoods, wandering from meal to meal, sleeping in the soft, safe, secret places that only banderbears know. Always on the move, never staying in one place for long, and never following a path. Sometimes, when the moon rose above the ironwood pines, the banderbear would stop and sniff the air, its small ears fluttering and its eyes half closed. Then it would take a deep breath and let out a forlorn yodelling call into the night air. From far, far away, there would come a reply: another solitary banderbear calling back across the vastness of the Deepwoods. Perhaps one day they would stumble across each other. Perhaps not. That was the sorrow in their song. It was a sorrow Twig understood.”

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