Chapter Three: Queens, Jesters, and Constellation Houses (Part 1)

Calvin, Susie, and Grant followed Kobe up the front steps to the gigantic door. As Kobe neared the door, it swung open before him. He turned his head, flashed a smile at his younger siblings and said, “Get ready to be amazed!”

The yellow light that flooded out of the open doors dazzled Calvin. He squinted, waiting for his eyes to adjust. Slowly, he was able to make out the shape of two large figures casting a shadow in the center of the enormous doorway.

“Welcome to Star School.” Calvin caught his breath as a deep and resonant voice erupted from one of the shadowed figures. The voice echoed with an authority and significance he’d never before experienced. And everything around him hushed in response.

“I am Ted, Keeper of the First Star and Headmaster of the Star School. You honor us with your presence here, young ones. Well done, Kobe.”

So, the voice belonged to the man who was in charge of Star School. That made sense to Calvin. But he still wondered who belonged to the shadow next to him. By now, his eyes had adjusted enough to see that the figure was a woman’s, one who seemed quite regal and beautiful. Calvin noticed out of the corner of his eye that Kobe took a step forward and bowed his head.

“I present to the Headmaster and the Star Queen, my younger sister and brothers: Susie, Grant, and Calvin,” Kobe yelled.

“I see you have been to visit our dear friend Cosmic Carl,” the woman purred as she stepped forward out of the blinding light. Calvin was correct. She was perhaps the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. “Please introduce me to your cosmic companions,” she encouraged in her soothing voice. She lowered herself to be face to face with Susie first.

“This is Fluff, my owl,” said Susie. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Are you really a queen?”

“In a manner of speaking, yes. But you’ll learn all about our history and customs soon enough,” explained the Star Queen. “For now, you may simply call me Mary.” Turning to Grant, she continued, “And who is this adorable bunny?”

“His name is Snowball. He’s the softest animal you’ll ever touch,” Grant enthused. “Go ahead and pet him.”

“Exquisite,” whispered Mary and she winked at Grant.

Then Mary turned her attention to Calvin. “Of course, I need no introduction to you, young one. You’ve been the talk of the school for the past couple of days.”
What is she talking about? thought Calvin. Why would anyone be talking about me?

“I trust that your arm is healing well?” Mary said as she took Calvin’s hand in her own and inspected his scar.

“Yes, ma’am,” Calvin managed to blurt. “It feels fine.”

“Your father is quite talented in the art of recoveration. Had you been in the presence of a lesser Keeper, you might have lost your arm.” Mary’s eyes flitted down to Sherlock, who was perched comfortably in Calvin’s other arm. “And welcome to you, most noble cat. We have waited long for your return. “

Again, Calvin was utterly confused by this. What did the Star Queen mean when she said Sherlock was returning to them? He was barely more than a kitten and had obviously lived most of his kitten life at Cosmic Carl’s.

“You have been entrusted with a powerful companion, Calvin. The Cat of Light chooses only one potential Keeper in every generation. I believe he has chosen wisely once again. And, clearly, our evil nemesis, The Bloodhound, believes so as well. For he would not have marked you if he thought otherwise,” Mary’s eyes seemed to peer directly into Calvin’s mind as she spoke to him. He was entranced.

“Enough of these pleasantries,” boomed Ted’s voice, breaking Mary’s spell over Calvin. “Let us celebrate!”

With that, a tiny and peculiar man raced down to the doorway. He could not have been more than two feet tall and was dressed in a striped suit and funny hat with multiple points on it, a tiny bell tinkling from each of those points. He flipped and flopped and giggled and sang.

“That’s Jarvis, the Jester,” explained Kobe to the kids. “He’s a funny little guy, but his magic packs a whollop if you cross him.”

Jarvis’s dance seemed to have signaled the start of the most amazing parade of characters Calvin had ever seen. Men and women of every shape and size, bright hair colors, and crazy clothes marched out to greet Calvin, Grant, and Susie.

“These are the teachers,” whispered Kobe. “They’re always happy to meet new students. But don’t be fooled, some of them are very strict.”

The last of the parade of teachers was a peculiarly large old man with bright green hair and shockingly purple eyebrows. He was about the size of a grizzly bear, but his shoulders were stooped with age. When he smiled at the children, they were shocked to notice that he had no teeth. He stopped in front of Calvin and cocked his head to the side.

“Hello there, young man. My name isth Profesthor Dugudul. I’d like to have a private whord whith you.”

Chapter Two: Going to a School (Part 2)

The whole family -- new pets included -- piled into the van and headed back to Meadowbrook Manor. When they arrived home, Susie and Grant asked if they could play with their pets in the back yard. To their surprise, their mother said, "Maybe later. Right now we have something important we'd like to talk to you about."

Intrigued, the children followed their parents into the house.

"What's so important, Mom?" asked Grant as he stroked Snowball's long white fur.

"Well, as you know, you'll be starting school again soon. We wanted to tell you about the school you'll be going to," explained their mother.

"Aren't we going to the same school as last year?" Susie asked with a tone of concern in her voice. "I will miss all my friends, if we go to some other school."

"Trust me, Sue, you'll love this school," said Kobe. "It's where I go."

Now Calvin was intrigued, "What's the school called, Kobe? You never really tell us much about your school, except that it's too far away for us to visit."

"Star School," Kobe answered.

"Where is it?" Grant asked, a little afraid of being separated from his parents.

"Just be patient and I'll take you there in a bit," Kobe said with a smile. "First, I think Mom and Dad want to explain a few things."

Their father looked solemnly at each of his children in turn, stopping on Kobe. "Empty your pockets, son. That might be the easiest way to explain."

Kobe did as his father requested. He reached deep in his pockets and pulled out a funny looking stick, a yellow and orange bandana, and six orange balls each about the size of a grape. Calvin was confused about why Kobe had all of those things in his pockets. But, his confusion quickly changed to amazement as one of the orange balls suddenly expanded to about five times its original size.

"Wow! What is that thing?" Calvin exlaimed.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Kobe," their father said. "Put all that sutff down and I'll explain everything . . . including the properties of the energy balls, Calvin."

With that, their father launched into the most fantastic story the three younger children had ever heard.

"Each of you recently celebrated your sixth birthday. In our family, that's an incredibly important milestone. At six, you begin your cosmic enducation. You see, we come from a long line of Star Keepers. We are are entrusted with the protection and perpetuation of the ancient magical energies of the cosmos. Remember yesterday, when Calvin was hurt, I channeled the energies in order to heal his injuries. That green ball that I had Susie get from upstairs was a Recoveration Ball, much like the balls from Kobe's pocket. They help us harness the cosmic power. As Star Keepers, your mother and I have earned the right to house a star in our heart."

At that point, the children watched dumbfounded as their father stopped speaking and grabbed their mother's hand. The parents closed their eyes and a look of relaxed concentration came over their faces. After about five seconds, the children gasped in surpise as their parent's chests each began to glow a bright yellow beneath their clothes. At that same time, Calvin looked down at Sherlock who reflected the yellow glow and then suddenly disappeared for a second. Calvin couldn't believe his eyes.

After a short moment, the parents' glow faded and Sherlock had reappeared. The children were about ready to explode with questions and exclamations, but their father held up his hand and said, "Let me go on."

"What you just saw was your mother and I channelling the cosmic energy through our star hearts. It's not something Star Keepers are generally supposed to do outside of Star School. But, I think you needed to see it to understand what I'm saying. Usually, we use one of our comsic tools to deliver the magical energies. The things that Kobe took out of his pockets are some of those tools: a wand, a headdress, and the energy balls. In particular, the energy balls are what we use most often. They come in many types. You saw me use a Recoveration Ball, which has healing powers, on Calvin. Kobe's golden balls are Battling Balls. When they're small, like they were in Kobe's pocket, they're harmless. But, Kobe activated one of them as he pulled it out of his pocket and that's why it grew."

"This all really amazing, Dad," interrupted Calvin. "But, what does it have to do with us and with this school you're sending us to?"

Their mother smiled and answered, "Very good questions, Cal. You can't become a Star Keeper without the proper training. Star School is where young Star Keepers go to learn how to handle the cosmic energies and to earn their star hearts. That's why Kobe and Hercules have been going away to school for the past several years. Kobe is becoming a full-fledged Star Keeper."

"Yeah, and it's not like the school where the other kids in the neighborhood go," explained Kobe excitedly. "We learn all kinds of cool stuff, go on missions and adventures, and train for battle."

"Why would you need to train for battle?" asked Susie.

Kobe started to answer, but their father interrupted, "Let's not overwhelm the kids, Kobe. They'll learn about some of this soon enough at school. Why don't you tell them about the pets instead."

Kobe was delighted to explain. Turning to Grant he said, "When you found Snowball at Cosmic Carl's, couldn't you just feel that he was the perfect pet for you? I don't mean that you just liked him, but didn't you sort of know deep down in your bones that you had to have him?"

Grant nodded his head in agreement. "Uh huh. That's right, I really did."

"Me too," said Susie. "I felt like Fluff and I were meant to be together."

"And I felt like Sherlock and I had already known each other since before I was born," whispered Calvin.

"That's because they're not just any old pet," Kobe went on. "They're your cosmic companions. Think of them as your guides on your quest to become Star Keepers. Each of them probably has some surprising characteristics that you'll learn along the way."

Calvin wondered if Sherlock could make himself invisible. That might explain what he'd seen earlier that evening. And, he'd heard both his father and Cosmic Carl call Sherlock "The Cat of Light." Calvin wondered what that could possibly mean, but he didn't want to interrupt Kobe's explanation to ask.

"That's so exciting!" screamed Susie. "I can't wait to find out what Fluff can do."

"Take good care of her Sue, and she'll show you her power," their Mother advised.

"I want to see Star School," said Calvin. "When can we go?"

"No time like the present," answered their father to Calvin's surprise.

"I'll take you there now," Kobe said. "Parents aren't allowed onto the grounds. So, you're going to go with me."

Although Calvin, Susie, and Grant were surprised and a little scared to leave their parents, they were excited at the prospect of seeing Star School and learning more about their futures as Star Keepers.

"You still haven't told us where Star School is," Grant reminded Kobe and his parents.

"The South Pole," Kobe answered.

"How in the world are we supposed to get to the South Pole?" questioned Calvin skeptically. "That will take days."

Kobe smirked at his parents and answered, "Not the way we travel. Grab your pets and gather around me and Hercules."

Kobe picked up his energy balls, headdress, and wand. He put all of them back in his pocket except the wand, which he held high over his head.

"Okay, kids, repeat after me," Kobe instructed as the children gathered tightly by his side and their parents gave them each a hug and kiss. "I want to be a star!" Kobe shouted.

"I want to be a star!" Calvin, Grant, and Susie repeated enthusiastically.

For a quick, but startling moment, Calvin heard a roaring rush of air in his ears and felt like his skin was turning inside out. As quickly as the sensation started, it ended, and Calvin found himself standing on a pile of fluffy white snow, facing a huge green building with a mammoth front door. As Calvin looked around he felt sure he should be freezing. But, intead, he felt warm and comfortable. He glanced down at Sherlock, who was purring and curled up in his arms. Calvin had the sense that Sherlock's purr was protecting him from the cold.

"Welcome to Star School, kids," said Kobe.

Chapter Two: Going to a School (Part 1)

Though Calvin's arm seemed miraculously healed, except for the scar, his heart ached for Banjo.

Their father agreed with Calvin that no pet could replace Banjo, but he would get Calvin, Susie, and Grant each their own pet for their birthday. Calvin reluctantly agreed.

The next day on the way to the pet store, Calvin told everyone that he didn't think he would get another dog. No dog could ever be as great a friend as Banjo had been to him.

"I'm going to get an owl," said Susie.

"Interesting chioce, dear," replied their mother. "Owls are known for their wisdom and intuition. I think that's a great choice for you as you're getting ready to head off to school."

"People say foxes are sly and mischievious," noted Kobe, their older brother who had just returned from boarding school. "When I got Hercules, I felt like he passed some of those qualities along to me," he added of his pet red fox.

"I don't think you needed any help being mischievious," kidded Calvin.

"What kind of pet do you want, Grant?" asked their father.

"I'll give you a hint," teased Grant. He twitched his nose and stuck his two front teeth over his bottom lip.

"A bunny!" exclaimed Susie.

"Excellent choice," beamed their mother. "Calvin, I understand that you don't want a puppy. But, what kind of pet do you want?"

"I'm not sure," Calvin responded, his voice still sounding a little depressed. "I guess I'll just wait until I get to the store and see which animal I like best."

Calvin retreated back into his thoughts and gazed out the window. Suddenly a bright-colored sign caught his eye. At the entrance to a dark and scary-looking alleyway, neon light blinked the words "Cosmic Carl's Miraculous Menagerie." To Calvin's surprise, his father turned into that alley and parked in front of Cosmic Carl's.

"We're here," exclaimed Father.

Calvin was confused. This wasn't the pet store where his friend Jenna got her python.

"Dad, I think this is the wrong store."

"Oh, you think so," was their father's cryptic retort.

"This is where I got Hercules," said Kobe with a smile and a wink at their mother.

"Let's just give this one a try," encouraged their mother.

And with that, Susie and Grant ran through the front door of Cosmic Carl's. Calvin followed behind his more exuberant brother and sister, walking at a much slower pace. Kobe put a hand reassuringly on Calvin's shoulder as they crossed the threshold into the store.

Calvin could hardly believe what he saw inside. There were animals of every size and species. Many were in brightly colored cages, but many more were simply wandering, flying, and jumping freely around the store. And at the center of all that activity, a curious little man with snow white hair on his head and chin and a purple tuxedo with a white stripe running down the pantleg stood beside the counter with a welcoming smile plastered on his ancient-looking face.

"Welcome, my friends, to my fantastic forum of fauna," sqeaked the strange man.

"Hello, Carl. So good to see you again," Calvin heard his mother say as she threw her arms around the odd little man in a friendly hug.

"Ah, Debra, my dear. You've brought the little ones to pick out their school companions . . ." Cosmic Carl stopped mid-sentence as Calvin's mother shook her head ever so slightly.

Before Calvin could ask what Carl meant by "school companions," his father was speaking to Carl in a loud and awkward voice.

"We're here to see if we can't get Calvin, Susie, and Grant some special pet friends," explained their father. "We just knew you could give us some help, Carl."

"Of course, of course, Jamie. My pleasure to oblige." Carl had regained his impish character. "Right this way, my little friends. Please feel free to touch, pet, and feed all of the animals you wish."

Within moments, Susie came running back to the center of the store holding a grey barn owl on her shoulder.

"Oh, mommy, I love him. Can I please get him? I think I'll name him Fluff," cried Susie.

"Excellent, Sue. He seems perfect," enthused their mother.

Just then, Grant bolted back to where Calvin, Kobe, and their Father were feeding some baby crocodiles. Cradled in Grant's arms was a white rabbit with the poofiest fur Calvin had ever seen.
"Dad, this is Snowball. I just know we're going to be best friends!" exclaimed Grant.

"That's great, buddy. Be careful not to get too close to the crocodile tank with him, though," chuckled their father. Then he turned his attention to Calvin. "Have you seen any animals that you might want for a pet."

"Oh, I don't know," Calvin responded absentmindedly. "Not really."

After more than a half hour, Calvin still didn't seem to be able to find a pet friend. He was getting discouraged when Cosmic Carl approached him to show him a small lobster. As Calvin reached out to touch the crustacean, Cosmic Carl's gaze fell upon Calvin's scarred arm. His eyes widened and he let out a tiny, high-pitched yelp of surprise.

"Calvin, my friend. I believe I may have just the pet for you. Wait right here and I'll bring it out," Cosmic Carl bellowed over his shoulder as he rushed to the back of the store.

"Very interesting," said Calvin's father. "When Carl picks out your pet, it usually means he sees something special in both you and the animal. It's often a very powerful connection."

As quickly as he had disappeared to the back of the store, Cosmic Carl reappeared carrying a small tiger-striped cat on his shoulders. When their mother, father, and Kobe, saw the cat, they all looked at each other with astonished faces.

"This is a very special cat, Calvin. I've been waiting for just the right customer to give him a home. I think you are his perfect match," whispered Cosmic Carl with a nod to Calvin's parents.

"Hey, Dad. Isn't that the cat we saw last night through the window when Calvin was hurt?" asked Grant.

"I think you may be right, Grant."

As Calvin reached up to take the cat from Cosmic Carl's shoulder, Kobe noticed something. "Hey, Calvin, look at the cat's paw. It has a scar exactly like yours."

Kobe was right. How strange, thought Calvin.

As Calvin touched the cat's fur for the first time as he lifted it off Cosmic Carl's shoulder, he had the feeling that he'd known this cat his whole life and that they were destined to be together forever.

"I'll call him Sherlock," said Calvin, whose favorite books were about the famous Detective Holmes.

"That is a perfect name for the Cat of Light!" Cosmic Carl squealed and danced around the room.

Chapter One: The Cat and the Light (Part 2)

"I get to putt first!" yelled Susie as she raced Grant out the side door of Meadowbrook Manor.

"You said you would teach me."

Grant's whiny reply followed Susie out the door.

Turning the corner around the front of the Manor they both stopped still as statues. Susie gasped and Grant let out a tiny squeal. Just before them in the driveway Calvin lay unconscious, a trickle of blood escaping from his slightly open mouth. His arm appeared to have been badly cut and burned.

Grant turned on the spot and ran toward the house yelling for their father's help. Susie ran the opposite direction, straight to Calvin's side.

"Calvin, what's wrong?" Susie cried into Calvin's ear.

Susie felt strong hands grasping her shoulders and pulling her away from Calvin's side. Their father quickly knelt. He put his ear next to Calvin's mouth and listened for a few seconds. Apparently satisfied that Calvin was still breathing, he carefully turned Calvin and used his sleeve to wipe the blood from Calvin's cheek.

"Wake up, buddy," he whispered into Calvin's ear. "I need you to wake up."

And with that, he swept Calvin up in his arms and took him back into the Manor.

The warmth of his father's body seemed to stir Calvin a bit. A low moan escaped his lips as he began to regain consciousness.

"Black cloak . . . Banjo . . . ball . . . exploding light."

Small and breathless phrases were all Calvin could muster. His father and siblings could make no sense of his words.

Calvin's father placed him on the couch in the formal living room. Grant began to protest, saying their mother never allows them to play in that room and Calvin would get dust and blood all over. Susie hushed Grant as their father tended to Calvin's injured arm.

Despite their father's good intentions, his first aid care didn't do the trick. Calvin cried out in pain.

"Susie, I need you to run upstairs into mommy and daddy's bedroom. Look in the small closet next to the bathroom door. On the bottom shelf way at the back you'll find a small green case with a golden 'R' on top. Bring it to me. Now!"

Susie heard the concern in her father's voice, a type of concern she'd never known him to have. It prompted her to run faster than she ever knew she could. In her parents bedroom she threw open the door to the small closet. She'd never noticed the colorful array of boxes before. In fact, she couldn't remember ever having looked in that closet.

She reached to the back of the bottom shelf and grabbed a square object. Puling it out, she was relieved to find it was an emerald green box with a shimmering "R" etched in gold on the top. She immediately tried to open it, but the top seemed to be sealed with glue. So she raced back down to her father.

"Daddy, I don't know if it's going to help! The box is stuck shut," Susie said as she handed the box to her father.

"Stand back kids," their father warned.

Grant whimpered and Susie stared at her father as he held the box in both hands. He scowled a bit, placed the box on the ottoman next to the couch where Calvin lay writhing in pain. Then, Susie jumped as her father slammed his fists on the top of the box.

As soon as their father made contact with the box, it rumbled and buzzed. A small puff of smoke escaped from under the lid and their father gingerly pulled off the boxtop to reveal a small, green and gold sphere, about the size of a softball.

Susie could hear the ball humming as her father lifted it from the box. "Daddy, what is that thing?" Susie asked.

"Stay clear, honey. I need to concentrate all of my energy on this Recoveration Ball. It's the only thing that can save Calvin now."

Their father raised the ball above his head and, with a swift and sure motion, threw it at Calvin.

"Daddy, no!" screamed Susie and Grant in unison as the ball erupted in a flash of bluish green light. Smoke filled the room.

Because of Grant's now loud cries and Susie's accusations that their father might have killed Calvin, it took all of them a while to notice that Calvin was slowly calming and coughing.

"What happened?" Calvin asked, his voice shaking.

Calvin's father pulled him into a tight embrace and whispered in his ear, "A minute more and the ancient energies wouldn't have been able to save you."

Susie approached her father and Calvin and noticed that Calvin's formerly burnt and bloody arm was now healed, except for three long and straight scars that ran the length of his arm from his wrist to his elbow.

The mews of a cat somewhere near drew Susie's attention away from her brother's scarred arm.

With a look of awed amazement, their father was pointing at the window. "Ah, look . . . it's the Cat of Light."

"Kitty!" squealed Grant.

And the cat quickly scampered away.

Chapter One: The Cat and the Light (Part I)

My name is Talon. My best friend is Jack. I met Jack when I started Star School. I am going to the National Tournament to fight him. I am teleporting to the Tournament right now.

After teleporting, I find myself on the stage. I grab a ball and throw it at Jack. He throws one back at me. The ball I threw at Jack blasts apart with a deafening boom and a flash of lightning yellow. I barely have time to see that before the ball Jack aimed at me does the same.

After the explosions an eerie silence envelops the audience. I hear the crowd gasp and whisper in awe.

At first, I am relaxed. I think I must have escaped a direct blow and am uninjured. Then I see the horrified look on the face of the referee. Mouth agape, he whispers, "God, help us." I see his eyes work down my torso toward my legs until something forces him to look away.

The murmurs of the crowd have grown louder to the point of screams. I reach for the golden chain that I always keep in my right front pocket. It will protect me from the panic in the crowd. My hand grasps for it, but it's not there. And neither is my pocket. Frantically I feel for my legs. They're gone. And at that moment the pain overtakes me.

I look to the other side of the stage to ask Jack for help. At first, I can't find him. Then, I see a horrible sight. Jack's legs are sprawled across from me, burnt and bloody. His body is nowhere to be seen.

To my surprise, I feel my body rising off the ground. At that same time I see Jack's legs levitating toward me. An all-consuming darkness overtakes the stadium and I feel my body connecting to Jack's legs. With an intense heat and an electric shock our halves are fused into one.

Suddenly I am standing upright on what used to be Jack's feet. With a rush of wind a black cape appears from nowhere and winds its way around my neck and down my back.

I barely realize it as the words escape my mouth with the force of a thunderclap and the deep resonance of a foghorn, "I am Bloodhound! Give me the Cat of Light."

My demand seems to wake the referee from his stupor. "Never!" he responds, his teary eyes fixed on me.

"Then you shall suffer the consequences at the hands of the mighty and ferocious Bloodhound." As I say it, I feel the hatred and power welling inside me.

My hand slips quickly under the black cloak that I so recently and mysteriously acquired. Out with my hand comes a deep-purple colored A-ball. With a growl of gleeful evil, I throw it directly in the referee's face. In mid-flight, the ball bursts open with the screech of a hungry owl and my dark-faced owl, Blackbeak, tears into the referee's skin.

Had the referee not cast his protective spell so quickly, he surely would have died.

Angry and disappointed I decide to leave. With a sharp twitch of my right eyebrow, I instantly teleport to the corner of Meadowbrook and Brighton.

Still confused by my newly evil thoughts, I quickly take in my surroundings. The hair on the back of my neck rises in excitement when I see a group of tabby cats playing just up the street. Perhaps one of them is the Cat of Light.

***

A few houses along Meadowbrook Drive, at Meadowbrook Manor, Calvin is throwing a stick to his dog Banjo, unaware that Bloodhound is just a few blocks away. Though he's startled by the yelps and yowls of a gang of tabby cats down the street, his attention is drawn back to Meadowbrook Manor at the sound of an infant's squeal of delight. Calvin looks up and into the big picture window on the front of the Manor. There he sees his father tussling with Grant and Susie, his brother and sister.

As Banjo drops the stick at Calvin's feet, barking for another go, Calvin does not notice Bloodhound's swift approach. Calvin picks up the stick and gives Banjo a scratch behind the ears. Just as he starts to throw the stick, he notices the imposing dark figure bearing down on him, black cape billowing ominously behind. Calvin is frozen in terror just a moment too long. Before he can drop the stick and run into the Manor and the protection of his father, he sees Bloodhound hurl the balls their way. One ball strikes Banjo directly in the snout. With a tiny whimper, Banjo dissolves into a pile of ash.

Instinctively Calvin throws his arms in front of his face to shield himself from the impact of the next ball. A blinding flash of sickly green light sears through his closed eyelids as he feels his right arm explode in pain. He collapses onto the pile of ash that used to be his beloved dog.

With a twitch of his eyebrow and a curse under his breath, Bloodhound disappears.

Star School Book One: The Glass Ring

The First Book of Calvin