The Girl Who Swallowed the Dead Moon

About this book

Sixty years after the moon fell, gravity runs sideways through forests of lunar glass, and twelve-year-old Maren Toft digs the wreckage with one working arm and a wire brace her dead mother twisted for the other. She is the smallest, slowest, most mocked scavenger in the crater-settlement of Brindle — but she can hear something in the cracked moonrock that no one else can. A hum. A heartbeat. A song. Then she finds a fist-sized shard of the moon's core, still warm, still pulsing. It melts into her palm, straightens her ruined arm, and speaks: she is the moon's last daughter, born to gather its scattered heart and lift it back into the sky. It does not tell her the price. It does not tell her that Kael, the Warden's son sent to watch her, will be the first thing she forgets.