The first book in the bestselling Wingfeather Series is now adapted as a graphic novel! Once, in a cottage above the cliffs on the Dark Sea of Darkness, there lived three children and their trusty dog, Nugget. Janner Igiby, his brother, Tink, and their disabled sister, Leeli, are gifted children as all children are, loved well by a noble mother and ex-pirate grandfather. But they will need all their gifts and all that they love to survive the evil pursuit of the venomous Fangs of Dang, who have crossed the dark sea to rule the land with malice. The Igibys hold the secret to the lost legend and jewels of good King Wingfeather of the Shining Isle of Anniera. Full of characters rich in heart, smarts, and courage, On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness is a tale children of all ages will cherish. This graphic novel adaptation will be a coveted addition to any Wingfeather fan’s collection as well as an on-ramp to the series for new readers. Praise for the Wingfeather Saga “I love all the adventure and the wild inventiveness and, most of all, the heart in Andrew’s books. He is a poet and a master storyteller. I want to read anything he writes.” —Sally Lloyd-Jones,  New York Times best-selling author of children’s books   “An experience your family will never forget. I can’t recommend these books highly enough!” —Sarah Mackenzie, author of The Read-Aloud Family and founder and host of the Read-Aloud Revival podcast   “The Wingfeather Saga is witty, imaginative, and full of heart. Highly recommended for middle-grade readers who’ve run out of Narnia novels and are searching for their next great series.” —Anne Bogel, creator of the Modern Mrs. Darcy blog and host of the What Should I Read Next? podcast   “A wildly imaginative, wonderfully irreverent epic that shines with wit and wisdom—and features excellent instructions on how to cope with thwaps, Fangs, and the occasional toothy cow.” —Allan Heinberg, writer and coexecutive producer of ABC’s Grey’s Anatomy and cocreator of Marvel Comics’ Young Avengers   “Immensely clever!” —Phil Vischer, creator of VeggieTales Andrew Peterson is the bestselling author of the Wingfeather Saga and an executive producer of the animated series. He is also the founder of the Rabbit Room, which nourishes community by cultivating and curating stories, art, and music. He and his wife, Jamie, divide their time between Nashville, Tennessee, and Oxford, England. Alessia Trunfio has worked as a background artist for some of the most important animation studios in Italy. She currently works as a freelance artist on various animation and illustration projects. Powerful colors, lighting, and everything that can move her, like a beautiful soundtrack or a good book, inspires her work. 1 The Carriage Comes, The Carriage Black Janner Igiby lay trembling in his bed with his eyes shut tight, listening to the dreadful sound of the Black Carriage rattling along in the moonlight. His younger brother Tink was snoring in the bunk above him, and he could tell from his little sister Leeli’s breathing that she was asleep too. Janner dared to open his eyes and saw the moon, as white as a skull, grinning down on him through the window. As hard as he tried not to think about it, the nursery rhyme that had terrified children in the land of Skree for years sang in his head, and he lay there in the pale moonlight, his lips barely moving. Lo, beyond the River Blapp The Carriage comes, the Carriage Black By shadowed steed with shadowed tack And shadowed driver driving Child, pray the Maker let you sleep When comes the Carriage down your street Lest all your dreams be dreams of teeth And Carriages arriving To wrest you from your berth and bower In deepest night and darkest hour Across the sea to frozen tower Where Gnag the Nameless pounds you At Castle Throg across the span, A world away from kith and clan You’ll weep at how your woes began The night the shadows bound you Away, beyond the River Blapp, The Carriage came, the Carriage Black By shadowed steed with shadowed tack The night the Carriage found you It’s no wonder that Janner had a hard time sleeping once he heard the faint thud of hooves and the jangle of chains. He could see in his mind the forms of the crows circling the Carriage and perched atop it, hear the croaking beaks and the flapping of black wings. He told himself that the sounds were only his imagination. But he knew that somewhere in the countryside that very night, the Black Carriage would stop at some poor soul’s house, and the children there would be taken away, never to be seen again. Only last week he had overheard his mother crying about the taking of a girl from Torrboro. Sara Cobbler was the same age as Janner, and he remembered meeting her once when her family had passed through Glipwood. But now she was gone forever. One night she lay in bed just as he was now. She had probably kissed her parents good night and said a prayer. An