Young Adult Fantasy.

A 90,000-word YA fantasy about a girl who must learn to trust in herself, her power to speak to the trees, and a mysterious boy to uncover a poisonous plot that threatens to destroy her world and the people she loves.

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“Three weeks before the end of the world, I sit cross-legged beneath a canopy of trees and listen as they riot and clamour for my attention.”

— Between the Whispering Trees, Marina Green

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“Instead, I thread my fingers through his and I watch his eyes widen, his jaw tighten, like he’s holding back. He looks away from me and then up at the stars, the moment held taut between us. Everything that was, everything that is, and everything that might be.”

— Between the Whispering Trees, Marina Green

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“When he looks at where his palm is pressed against a protruding root at the base of the apple tree, he sees his fingers turn green. The colour buries itself under his nail beds and creeps up his arm through his bloodstream, his veins bulging slightly as he seems to absorb the forest.”

— Between the Whispering Trees, Marina Green

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“The woman herself is there to greet me, standing behind the main counter, tying some sage together that’s adorned with several sprigs of lavender. Her long grey hair drapes over her shoulders, dotted with forgotten rosemary; she’s wearing a mustard yellow dress that skims her ankles, and her feet are, as usual, bare. I smile at her when she greets me.”

— Between the Whispering Trees, Marina Green

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