Spellbook of the Lost and Found

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by Moïra Fowley-Doyle


  15. Mal seems to have lost his meaning in French (5, 10)

  18. You’d lose your life if you met two donkeys around Ulster (8)

  20. Lessor could end up with nothing (6)

  22. The organization demands the worker to be nasty (10)

  24. Sounds like the only fish in the sea has the blues (4)

  25. To slip on the boots that have been shaved around the garden tool (8)

  26. You’ve lost control when the umpire takes back the Spanish cross (6)

  DOWN

  1. Lose the ties of bondage in a no-honey zone (2, 4)

  2. Left nothing on the street with 24 across, damned (4)

  3. The accountant reversed your passport into a coin and crash! (8)

  4. Start last Guinness before time is called an open society (1, 1, 1, 1)

  5. Proves Moïra drops a rose off the top of her head (6)

  6. Confused stalker awe is lost down the 14 down (5, 5)

  7. Strange silence to the east leads to one who sells alcohol (8)

  13. Peels back up a loud Henry to start nodding off (4,6)

  14. What a waste to raid a direction (5)

  16. Sound like the alcohol was missing in the basin (8)

  17. I lost Ray for a hard stretch (8)

  19. Salt is fashionable in this (6)

  21. Lose the way without this in crazy outer space starter (6)

  23. Tina isn’t wrong (4)

  24. It’s okay to lose your jewelry if you crack this (4)

  If you would like a printable version of the crossword and clues, please visit http://bit.ly/2sW03CE

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  A hundred million thank-yous to:

  Maman for the advice and the character psychology sessions; Dad for the crossword clues and the loan of books about Irish trees; Kevin and Thomas for the puns and quotes; Claire, circa 2003, for the teen girl bedroom aesthetic; Claire, circa 2016, for the first chapter read-throughs and critical feedback; my entire family for being the perfect sounding board, and for never-ending lists of lost things; Trish, Barry, and Lorraine for patron-saint medal consultations; pretty much all of my friends for answering very specific questions on Facebook; Elsa and Luna for reminding me, with their collections of random objects, about the importance of trinkets and shrines; Trish and Barry, Maman and Dad, Claire, Kevin, Thomas, and Erin, and of course Joan for minding the girls; and finally Alan for the bright ideas, the plot hole excavations, the right wording, the slightly different paths for the story to take, the hearing-aid troubleshooting advice, the shoulder to cry on, the suggestions of takeout, the cups of tea or glasses of whiskey, depending on what he felt was needed—and for eight years of love.

  Thanks also to Etta Monahan’s father (presumably Mr. Monahan), who woke his children by loudly reciting Thomas Gray’s “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” every morning before school—an anecdote Etta once shared with Alan that I then borrowed and adapted for Olive’s dad.

  Another hundred million thank-yous to:

  Claire Wilson for the deadline pep talks, the lack-of-sleep commiseration, the fresh pair of eyes, the constant support; Rosie Price for answering a million questions and concerns; Natalie Doherty and Kathy Dawson for the amazing editorial feedback, the two-hour-long plot-detangling phone calls, the belief in this book, and mostly for taking the mess of a manuscript I sent them and, with great skill and careful magic, bringing out everything I meant to say all along; Harriet Venn for being the most wonderful train-platform-running, buggy-pushing, box-and-bag-hauling, book-tour-with-a-baby-embracing, unbelievably organized publicist the world has ever seen; Wendy Shakespeare and Jane Tait for the brilliant copy-editing and for accepting the inconsistency of Hiberno-English; Maeve Banham for sending my books all over the world; Claire Evans, Julia McCarthy, and the ever-amazing team at Penguin Young Readers US, and the always-incredible team at Penguin Random House Children’s UK, for making a book out of a whole bunch of my words.

  The Poems Quoted in This Book Are: “Atolen Child” by W. B. Yeats; “The Last Rose of Summer” by Thomas Moore; “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge; “A Hazel Stick for Catherine Ann” by Seamus Heaney; “Delta” by Adrienne Rich; “One Art” by Elizabeth Bishop; “All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter” by J.R.R. Tolkien, and “An End” by Christina Rossetti.

  The spell to call up lost things was inspired by real spells found in The Element Encyclopedia of 5000 Spells by Judika Illes. Tree names and folklore are all taken directly from two books: Into the Forest: An Anthology of Tree Poems, edited by Mandy Haggith, and Irish Trees: Myths, Legends and Folklore by Niall Mac Coitir. However, Ivy is mistaken when she says that ash trees are a close relation to the rowan (or mountain ash). Although they share a name, the two trees are not actually related at all. Also, Hazel is mistaken when she says that William Faulkner coined the phrase kill your darlings. It’s a common misattribution and, although no one is quite sure whose quote it is, it’s generally traced back to Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, who gave a lecture in Cambridge in 1914 on writing style, in which he said to murder your darlings. Which would also have been a fitting tattoo.

  The Cryptic Crossword of the Lost and Found was created by my dad, for which I am heart-warmed and so grateful—even if it’s far too hard for me to solve.

  For crossword information and solution, please visit

  www.moirafowleydoyle.com/spellbook/crossword

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Moïra Fowley-Doyle is half French, half Irish and lives in Dublin with her husband, their young daughter, and their old cat. Moïra’s French half likes red wine and dark books in which everybody dies. Her Irish half likes tea and happy endings. Moïra started a PhD on vampires in young adult fiction before concentrating on writing young adult fiction with no vampires in it whatsoever. She wrote her first novel at the age of eight, when she was told that if she wrote a story about spiders she wouldn’t be afraid of them anymore. Moïra is still afraid of spiders, but has never stopped writing stories. The Accident Season was her debut novel.

  Find Moïra online at

  ecritureacreature.tumblr.com

  /teacupfrenzy

  @moirawithatrema

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