A Dark Horn Blowing, by Dahlov Ipcar
The search [for my true name] had been long and arduous. I had journeyed deep into my own inner being, into a weird other world of dreams and nightmares. There I had found not only my true name but also the inner Well of Power that I knew I would draw from again and again. (p. 162)
"If I must do something that unbelievable," Nana said slowly, "I'd rather do it with my eyes open."(p. 236)
Quite, quite lovely! Go read this one.
OH- also, the other day I reread The Boxcar Children, by Gertrude Chandler Warner. I hadn't read that since, well, when I was 7? no older than 10 at most. Talk about memory lane! This book stands up remarkably well and is so timeless.
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