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Mauve's Quilt
Mauve's Quilt
Mauve's Quilt
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Mauve's Quilt

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His new life in a small town promises much the same for Quentin as his old—isolation, medication, music—until he finds a mysterious quilt in the attic.

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Release dateOct 9, 2022
ISBN9781479466696
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    Mauve's Quilt - Craig L. Gidney

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    COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

    MAUVE’S QUILT, by Craig Laurance Gidney

    ABOUT THE AUTHOR

    COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

    Copyright © 2008 by Craig Laurance Gidney.

    Originally published in Magic in the Mirrorstone: Tales of Fantasy.

    Published by Wildside Press, LLC.

    wildsidepress.com bcmystery.com

    MAUVE’S QUILT,

    by Craig Laurance Gidney

    1. Mauve

    She had lived in the Between Place forever, it seemed. Its rhythms and patterns were familiar to her. There was her bed, with its canopy and soft sheets, the walls, and the window that she couldn’t look out of but always glowed with sunlight. The Place, her room, was safe. It provided her with anything she could possibly want. There was thread for sewing. Meals comprised of her favorite food, fried chicken, smoky greens, and blackberry cobbler. Music seemed to come from the walls, or the floor. If she ever wanted to go outside and be in nature, it came to her. The walls sprouted vines, the carpet became grass, and birds would fly through the branches over her bed. It was wonderful.

    Every now and then, she remembered vaguely that there was something that she needed to be safe from. Some disturbing thing that had happened in the distant past, when she recalled that there was such a place as the Past. There was something outside the threshold of the room, beyond the door.

    For the most part, though, there were the endless enchantments of the Place. It was a charmed hour that never ended. She created, endlessly, weaving the fabrics and threads together into pattern that only she could see. Her quilt grew. She didn’t think she’d ever finish it.

    2. Quentin

    The attic was the color of a secret, a vague and shadowy tone. Quentin searched through the

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