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“Daisy thought of Artemis’s cottage, the Roost, perched at the top of a beech tree in the heart of Mallowmarsh—much smaller than the Root Trees of Amazeria, and infinitely cozier. She thought of the warm kitchen, and Miss Tufton making scones for tea, and her little attic room with the round window that looked out over the green lawns and sparkling glasshouses. She was filled with a wave of longing so powerful that it almost overwhelmed her. “We can really live at Mallowmarsh?” she asked, feeling a sort of bittersweet explosion in her chest. “Together?” “Yes,” said Ma.” — Pari Thomson
Daisy thought of Artemis’s cottage, the Roost, perched at the top of a beech tree in the heart of Mallowmarsh—much smaller than the Root Trees of Amazeria, and infinitely cozier. She thought of the warm kitchen, and Miss Tufton making scones for tea, and her little attic room with the round window that looked out over the green lawns and sparkling glasshouses. She was filled with a wave of longing so powerful that it almost overwhelmed her. “We can really live at Mallowmarsh?” she asked, feeling a sort of bittersweet explosion in her chest. “Together?” “Yes,” said Ma.