{"product_id":"the-lost-story-isbn-9780593598894","title":"The Lost Story","description":"\u003cb\u003eNATIONAL BESTSELLER • Inspired by C. S. Lewis’s The Chronicles of Narnia, this wild and wondrous novel is a fairy tale for grown-ups who still knock on the back of wardrobes—just in case—from the author of \u003ci\u003eThe Wishing Game\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This is the book you’ve been waiting for.”—Richard Russo, Pulitzer Prize–winning author of \u003ci\u003eEmpire Falls\u003c\/i\u003e and the North Bath Trilogy\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAN NPR BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs boys, best friends Jeremy Cox and Rafe Howell went missing in a vast West Virginia state forest, only to mysteriously reappear six months later with no explanation for where they’d gone or how they’d survived.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Fifteen years after their miraculous homecoming, Rafe is a reclusive artist who still bears scars inside and out but has no memory of what happened during those months. Meanwhile, Jeremy has become a famed missing persons’ investigator. With his uncanny abilities, he is the one person who can help vet tech Emilie Wendell find her sister, who vanished in the very same forest as Rafe and Jeremy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJeremy alone knows the fantastical truth about the disappearances, for while the rest of the world was searching for them, the two missing boys were in a magical realm filled with impossible beauty and terrible danger. He believes it is there that they will find Emilie’s sister. However, Jeremy has kept Rafe in the dark since their return for his own inscrutable reasons. But the time for burying secrets comes to an end as the quest for Emilie’s sister begins. The former lost boys must confront their shared past, no matter how traumatic the memories.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Alongside the headstrong Emilie, Rafe and Jeremy must return to the enchanted world they called home for six months—for only then can they get back everything and everyone they’ve lost.\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eThe Lost Story\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“If our sad, brutal, cynical, cowardly, unkind, exhausting world is too much for you, if you’d like to dream instead of a parallel world where love and loyalty and friendship are the magic that transforms the least of us into genuine heroes, then Meg Shaffer’s \u003ci\u003eThe Lost Story \u003c\/i\u003eis the book you’ve been waiting for. And here’s the real magic. When you return from that enchanted place to the world you wanted to escape from, you’ll find it’s changed. Why? Because you have.”\u003cb\u003e—Richard Russo, Pulitzer Prise-winning author of \u003ci\u003eEmpire Falls\u003c\/i\u003e and the North Bath Trilogy\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Shaffer manages to capture the joys and magic of childhood innocence alongside the wisdom that comes with age. The taut mystery keeps the pages of this love letter to the fantasy genre flying. Readers will be transfixed.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A spiritual epilogue to C. S. Lewis’s \u003ci\u003eThe Chronicles of Narnia,\u003c\/i\u003e Meg Shaffer’s \u003ci\u003eThe Lost Story\u003c\/i\u003e explores what happens after you return from a magical realm.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBookPage\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Readers will find this an absolutely immersive pleasure to read. Shaffer delivers an unforgettable and nostalgic experience.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Jeremy, Rafe, and Emilie all embark on a wild and magical adventure that makes for a perfect cozy fantasy read, reminiscent of the childhood books we grew up loving.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eHuffPost\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This wildly imaginative book speaks to every reader who yearns for a more magical world.”\u003cb\u003e—Thao Thai, author of \u003ci\u003eBanyan Moon\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This soothing novel will appeal to fans of classic and portal fantasies, where other fantastic worlds are lying under our own, just waiting to be discovered.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for Meg Shaffer\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A love letter to reading and the power that childhood stories have over us long after we’ve grown up.”\u003cb\u003e—V. E. Schwab, #1\u003ci\u003e New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of\u003ci\u003e The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Wholly moving.”\u003cb\u003e—Jodi Picoult, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling co-author of \u003ci\u003eMad Honey\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Shaffer speaks to every reader who yearns for a more magical world.”\u003cb\u003e—Thao Thai, author of \u003ci\u003eBanyan Moon\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Shaffer blends tragedy and triumph. . . . This is wish fulfillment in the best way.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Publishers Weekly \u003c\/i\u003e(starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eMeg Shaffer\u003c\/b\u003e is the \u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Lost Story \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e The Wishing Game, \u003c\/i\u003ewhich was a Book of the Month finalist for Book of the Year, a \u003ci\u003eReader’s Digest\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eWashington Post\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book of the Year, and has been translated into 21 languages\u003ci\u003e. \u003c\/i\u003eMeg holds an MFA in TV and Screenwriting from Stephens College. She lives in Kentucky with her husband and two cats. The cats are not writers.\u003cb\u003eChapter One\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eOur Story Now Begins\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The drive from Emilie Wendell’s house in Milton, Ohio, to Bernheim Forest outside Louisville took a good two and a half hours. She’d wanted to make it in two hours and fifteen minutes, but accident traffic caused a bottleneck on I-­65 south. She prayed the taping would be delayed. These things never started on time, right?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For weeks, she’d been internet-­stalking Jeremy Cox, hoping and praying he’d somehow end up near her house. Then finally, that morning, she’d woken up to a Google alert in her email. A documentary TV show called \u003ci\u003eWhereabouts Unknown\u003c\/i\u003e would be doing a taping at Bernheim that day—­special guest, the famed missing persons investigator Jeremy Cox. She’d thrown on yesterday’s clothes—­red leggings, a T-­shirt, and a hoodie, stuffed her feet into her boots, and ran out of the house.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Two and a half hours of frantic driving was a small price to pay for  the chance to meet with Jeremy Cox in person. As soon as she arrived, she parked, grabbed her backpack, and then jogged down the path to the visitor’s center.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The day was October 10, and the weather was cloudy and cold. Cold for Kentucky, anyway. Even so, she was sweating by the time she reached the outdoor stage. She found two park employees putting chairs back into stacks. A flyer printed on neon orange paper advertised Jeremy Cox’s safety talk. It seemed to be over already.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Did I miss the show?” she asked the employee, embarrassed by her breathless voice. “I’m supposed to meet with Jeremy Cox,” she added, so it wouldn’t sound like she was some creepy fangirl but someone who had an appointment.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e An older woman pointed down a trail. “The talk’s over, but they’re doing the taping near the pond by Little Nis.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Right, Little Nis.” Emilie thanked the woman and ran down the trail.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She found the pond and walked around the bend until she spotted the first of the Forest Giants. She’d read about the famous art installation but wasn’t prepared for the sheer size of them. Twenty feet tall or more. Impressive in photos but jaw-­dropping in person. There were three of them, she knew, a family of enormous trolls. This was Little Nis, the son. Somewhere in the park was his pregnant mother troll and his sister.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Emilie and her mom had planned to see them, but they’d never made the time. And then, of course, there was no more time to make.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She pushed thoughts of her mom out of her head. Emilie had never been great at focusing, but today, she would do it. She had to.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And there he was. Jeremy Cox. He stood on a footbridge with his back to the pond. He looked just like all his pictures online. He had rust-­red hair, a perfectly groomed beard, and was dressed like a hip young rock climber. Gray fitted long-­sleeved T-­shirt. Canvas cargo pants, the kind made for climbing. Brown hiking boots, well worn, she noted. A TV crew of three surrounded Jeremy while a woman with a pitch-­perfect NPR voice asked him questions he’d probably been asked a billion times before.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Interviewer: So, Jeremy, why only girls? You have this incredible skill, but only use it to help find missing girls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Jeremy: Girls and women.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Interviewer: Right. But why just them? No boys at all?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Jeremy: Women get lost differently than men, who get lost differently than small children, who get lost differently than the elderly. A lot of psychology goes into it. It makes sense to specialize.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Interviewer: In ten years, you’ve found fifty missing women and girls and recovered fourteen bodies. That’s an astounding level of success for one person. And all over the world too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Emilie listened while the woman ticked off some of the countries where Jeremy had tracked and found missing people. A toddler who’d wandered off the family farm in Brazil. The girlfriend of a billionaire who’d disappeared on vacation in St. Barts. A French hiker with a broken leg trapped in a ravine in Greece.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Even in countries he’d never stepped foot in before, in harsh climates, in unforgiving landscapes, Jeremy Cox had an uncanny knack for finding the lost, dead or alive.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Interviewer: Do you always find your man? I mean, your woman? Your girl?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Jeremy: Not always.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Interviewer: No?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Jeremy: There’s still one out there I’m looking for.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Interviewer: But only one? Unbelievable. What’s your secret?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Jeremy: There’s no magic to it. I’ve been on the other end of a search party. Most people in search-­and-­rescue haven’t. I know what it’s like to be lost. And I’m very, very lucky.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Interviewer: Let’s say I’m lost in a wooded area like this. What should I do to aid in my own rescue?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Jeremy: Even in thick forest terrain, someone lost can travel about two miles per hour. In two hours, that’s a four-­mile radius, making for a possible search area of over fifty square miles. That’s why we tell people to stay put and let someone find them. Unfortunately, studies have shown about sixty-­five percent of lost people in that situation don’t stay put.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Interviewer: Why is that?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Jeremy: Denial.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Interviewer: Denial?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As if sensing Emilie’s stare, Jeremy glanced at her. They were only twenty feet apart, close enough that she knew he was looking at her, searching her face. His brow furrowed as if he was trying to place her, but then he turned back to the woman interviewing him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Jeremy: Nobody wants to admit they’re lost.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The interviewer laughed. She turned to the director.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “That’s good,” she said, sounding like a completely different, almost normal person. “Good line to end on.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Are we finished?” Jeremy asked. He had the slightest hint of an En­glish accent.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “One more,” she said, then turned her NPR voice back on.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Interviewer: If Ralph Howell were lost out there again, would you make an exception to your “girls only” rule and try to find him?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Emilie watched as Jeremy Cox’s jaw set and his eyes turned to granite. They would get an answer from the Forest Giants before getting one out of him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “You were right,” Jeremy said, glancing her way again. “That was a good line to end on.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e While the camera guy was getting some footage of Little Nis and the surrounding woods, the woman interviewing Jeremy took him aside and whispered something. An apology, maybe? Was the topic of Ralph Howell forbidden or something?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Whatever they were talking about, it was over in minutes. An assistant even younger than Emilie helped Jeremy remove his mic pack from his shirt and jacket.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Jeremy shook a few hands, waved a quick goodbye to the crew, and started down the trail back toward the visitor’s center.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Emilie jogged after him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Hello?” she said as she caught up to him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Hey,” he said and kept walking, but he slowed down a beat, which she appreciated.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I’m not with the show.” Her breath was short and fast, but she pasted on a smile and pretended she wasn’t about to pass out from overstimulation. “My name’s Emilie. You’re Jeremy Cox, right?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Usually,” he said. “What’s up?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Can I talk to you for a second? I won’t bring up Ralph Howell, swear.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He glanced at her, the ghost of a smile on his lips. His eyes were alive now, not glazed over like they’d seemed during the interview.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Jeremy shrugged. “Thanks. He’s a private person. I ask people to leave him alone. They just can’t.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Nodding, she said, “Right, right. Stevie and Lindsey all over again.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He looked at her. “Who?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She’d jogged in front of him and then stopped, which forced him to stop. She unzipped her hoodie to reveal her T-­shirt underneath—­a vintage Fleetwood Mac concert shirt, the one with the penguins and the baseball sleeves.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Stevie Nicks. Lindsey Buckingham. Everybody wants to get the band back together.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Nice shirt,” he said. He had hazel eyes, like a summer forest—­evergreen trees, rich earth, golden sunlight—­and they lit up when he smiled or even almost smiled. She had a feeling there was a very different Jeremy Cox underneath the stone-­faced TV persona.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Thanks. Stevie Nicks is my lady and savior.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His eyebrows slightly lifted. “She’s a little before your time, isn’t she?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Stevie Nicks transcends space and time,” she said. “Was that weird? I talk too much when I’m nervous. Or just in general. 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