title: The Sled Book: Notes Concerning Winter's Favorite Pastime
author: Brice Hoskin
description: "In Dutch, it's 'slee.' In Spanish, it's 'trineo.' In Italian, it's 'slitta." In English, it's 'sled.' And you can learn pretty much all there is to know about them in The Sled BookThis book offers just what you need before-and after-you go slidin' away." (<i>The Hartford Courant</i>)<br /><br />"Taps into the emotional pull of remembered trudges up and exhilarating rides down, complete with screams of delight and wet mittens. A nostalgic look at the Everyman's outdoor sporting fun-sledding." (<i>Eagle Newspaper, Cambridge NY</i>)<br /><br />"A marvelous little book/memoir." (<i>Daily Sentinel, in Grand Junction, CO</i>)<br /><br />"<i>The Sled Book</i>, a diminutive new volume from Seattle-based Skipstone Press, celebrates what it rightly deems 'winter's favorite pastime.'" (<i>Sunday Star Ledger, (Newark NJ)</i>)<br /><br />"The Sled Book by Brice Hoskin is certainly the most charming [winter book]with a vintage look." (Christopher Schoppa <i>The Washington Post</i>)<br /><br />"This little book would make a fine holiday present for anyone who has known the thrill of flying face-first down a slippery slope." (<i>Virtuoso Life</i>)
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  The Collegium Chronicles Book 2
  
  
  
  
  
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  For Betsy Wollheim and Russ Galen.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  MAGS slapped the palm of his hand against the blue-painted wood of the stable
  door, and it banged open, whacking into the frame as Mags hurried through it.
  The noise echoed through the stable, startling the Companions that were
  huddled together in the aisle nearest the door into backing up a pace or two.
  Brick walls didn’t do much to deaden sound. The chill wind that followed him
  through chased down his neck as the last icy grasp of winter clawed at him.
  Behind him, a few stubborn patches of granular snow lingered at the bases of
  trees and under bushes, but most of the ground was bare, which was a welcome
  relief after a winter season that seemed as if it would never end. The huge
  blizzard that had virtually closed down H