Lost in the Moment and Found (Wayward Children, #8)

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A young girl discovers an infinite variety of worlds in this standalone tale in the Hugo and Nebula Award-winning Wayward Children series from Seanan McGuire, Lost in the Moment and Found.Welcome to the Shop Where the Lost Things Go.If you ever lost a sock, you’ll find it here.If you ever wondered about favorite toy from childhood… it’s probably sitting on a shelf in the back.And the headphones that you swore that this time you’d keep safe? You guessed it….Antoinette has lost her father. Metaphorically. He’s not in the shop, and she’ll never see him again. But when Antsy finds herself lost (literally, this time), she finds that however many doors open for her, leaving the Shop for good might not be as simple as it sounds.And stepping through those doors exacts a price.Lost in the Moment and Found tells us that childhood and innocence, once lost, can never be found.

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the Doors stopped working when I tried to open them. What I wouldn’t give to have been nine. You have such adventures ahead of you, child.” “Years?” said Antsy again. Vineta sighed. She put down the cluster of pink grapes she’d been holding and turned fully to Antsy, expression grave. “I’m going to make some guesses,” she said. “You seem clean and well fed and healthy, so you didn’t run away a long time ago. Someone loves you. Someone has been taking care of you. And then something bad happened. Something bad enough that you looked at all that love and all that care and decided that they weren’t enough to balance out the size of the bad thing. Am I close?” Antsy bit her lip and nodded. “All right. So you ran away from home, and you were very, very sure you were doing the right thing, that the world would be better somehow if you could just get lost and disappear like a snowflake in a storm. And then you found a door that said to be sure, and you were sure, you were already sure, you were so sure that when you tried the knob, it wasn’t locked, and you could walk right through.” She paused then, creating a silence that lingered until Antsy filled it with a whispered “My mother believed him because he was better than me, and believing me would have been believing a bad girl who told bad lies about good people.” “I don’t think that’s true, Antsy,” said Vineta. “You’re a child. If an adult hurt you, that’s on them, not on you. Being bruised doesn’t make you bad, unless you’re a peach, and even a bruised peach is good for making jam.” Antsy looked at her with narrowed eyes but couldn’t see any sign that she was lying, and felt a small knot that had formed inside her heart loosen and let go. Suddenly she could almost breathe again. Vineta returned to unpacking the baskets. “Whatever bad thing this person did or was getting ready to do, it was bad enough you needed to get away from there. Maybe running away wasn’t the best choice you could have made, but it was the choice you chose, and the Doors respected it. I wish you were an expert, though.” “She’s certainly a good bargainer,” said Hudson, head cocked, studying a slice of some sort of delicately scented fruit cake with one small black