A Lion Among Men, by Gregory Maguire

The time came for her to die, and she would not die; so perhaps she might waste away, they thought, and she did waste, but not away; and the time came for her to receive final absolution, so they set candles upon her clavicle, but this she would not allow. She blasphemed with gusto, and she knocked the scented oils across the shroud they’re readied on a trestle nearby.

    –Gregory Maguire, A Lion Among Men, The Wicked Years, Book 3

Like what you just read? It’s the opening paragraph from Maguire’s new book, as typed up from the signed copy next to me, the soon-to-be-property of some lucky Fees reader.

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In the book (not the movie) The Wizard of Oz, what colour is the road Dorothy travels along?

If you could have a conversation with one of the Oz characters in Maguire’s books, who would it be and why?

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