The world could never image

Previously

…As Silas and his companions moved on, their heavy boots crunching on the forest floor, I let out a shaky breath. Pip nudged my cheek with his tiny head, a silent reassurance. I knew then that this was just the beginning. My drawings, my secret world, had spilled out into the harsh reality of New England. And I, Kevin, the boy who hid behind his sketchbook, would have to find a way to keep my impossible creations safe from the suspicious eyes of men like Silas, and from the unknown dangers that surely lurked in this new, magical world. The mystery of Pip, and the power he represented, had only just begun to unfold.