I know it isn’t usual to begin a book with a chapter
numbered zero, but this isn’t a usual kind of book.
I could have called this the prologue, or a foreword,
but then you might have skipped it and it is important to me (and I hope, to
you) that you understand what you’re about to read.
You
see…I have a story to tell. Actually, I have seven stories to tell, but they’re
all part of the one big story. This first one is about the peacock’s pearl, the
Beckingham Bride Chest, an annoying boy with orange hair turned up to the max
and my kind-of-dead 5Xgreat granny.
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