Description

Some doors are hidden in plain sight. Some maps are drawn by the heart.

Barnaby is a boy who prefers the quiet dust of his grandmother’s attic to the loud, confusing world of real life. But when he discovers a tarnished brass compass that refuses to point North, he finds himself swept away to a place where the laws of physics are merely suggestions and the landscape shifts with the tides of his own imagination.

Welcome to the Isles of Illusion an archipelago where shadows run away, gravity is optional, and the trees grow fruit that tastes like your deepest memories.

Guided only by his compass and a growing realization that he is the architect of his own reality, Barnaby must navigate a gauntlet of clockwork dragons, libraries of unwritten tales, and seas made of mirrors. But in a world designed to reflect his every doubt, Barnaby must learn that the only way to find his way home is to stop searching for the path and start creating it.

The journey is long, the ink is wet, and the ending is entirely up to him.