“He was a wooden puppet. Some kind of marionette, Marra thought, the kind that traveling performers used to entertain very young children. He had the carved hands and the clacking jaw, the articulated arms and legs. But the only string on him was a black cord that looped Miss Margaret's throat, and the puppet held it in one hand. He moved as they watched. It was a slow, considered movement, like a tortoise turning its head in the sun, and it set Marra's nerves crawling.” FantasyHorribleCreepyNettle And BoneT KingfisherMarraPuppetMarionetteCurse ChildWooden Puppet Book:Nettle & Bone Source: Nettle & Bone