Eric stood in the fog at the meadows edge. Before him, eerie and beautiful, floated the world of the stone people, a family sculpted by one old man, Owen Cassell, the town weirdo called Stoneface. Eric felt immediately connected to the statues, but he couldnt talk about it with anyone. Until he met Chris and his soul seemed to burst wide open. Eric was on the brink of a summer ripe with the mysterious passage to manhood and the secrets of love and friendship that would take years to understand.