Deep in Madame's voice, Marie-Laure hears water: atolls and archipelagos and lagoons and fjords.
Consider a single piece glowing in your family’s stove. See it, children? That chunk of coal was once a green plant, a fern or reed that lived one million years ago, or maybe two million, or maybe one...
But then, right at 2300 hours, Werner sees it, hardly one block from where they parked the Opel: an antenna sliding up alongside a chimney. Not much wider than a broomstick. It rises perhaps twelve me...
Between whatever has happened already and whatever is to come hovers an invisible borderland, the known on one side and the unknown on the other.
A single bed with blood in it. Blood on the pillow and on the sheets and even on the enameled metal of the bed frame. Pink rags in a basin. Half-unrolled bandage on the floor. The nurse bustles over a...
Мальчики входят в полутемный вестибюль. Перед ними двустворчатая дверь. Фредерик нажимает кнопку, высоко внутри дома что-то лязгает, и Вернер шепчет: – У вас есть лифт? Фредерик улыбается. Лифт с грох...
Диамантът, напомня си ключарят, е само къс въглерод, престоял цяла вечност под огромното налягане в недрата на Земята и е изхвърлен на повърхността през някой коминот лава. Някой го изравя, друг го шл...
With the countless chevrons of whitecaps. Soon enough, the navigators can discern the low moonlit lumps of islands ranged along the horizon. France.
What are words but sounds these men shape out of breath, weightless vapors they send into the air of the kitchen to dissipate and die.
Too cold even to snow—that winter presents a strange and haunted season during which Werner prowls the static like he used to prowl the alleys with Jutta, pulling her in the wagon through the colonies...
She opens her bedroom window and listens to the evening as it settles over the balconies and chimneys, languid and peaceful
Realizes, is the basis of his fear, all fear. That a light you are powerless to stop will turn on you and usher a bullet to its mark. Who built all of this,
Men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it’s a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fighting f...
In the center of her forehead he can see a hole blacker than the blackness around him,
He wondered if such things were born into people. If perhaps we cannot alter who we are—if the place we come from dictates the place we will end up.
Forever, but so long as he kept it, misfortunes would fall on all those he loved one after another in unending rain. Live forever? But if the keeper threw the diamond into the sea, thereby delivering...
Everything else keeps living, that the spinning earth does not pause for even an instant in its trip around the sun.
Chicken eggs sell for two million reichsmarks apiece, and rheumatic fever stalks Children’s House like a wolf. There is no butter or meat. Fruit is a memory.
By a moving reef? A gigantic horned narwhal? A mythical kraken? But I am letting myself be carried away by reveries which I must now put aside, writes Aronnax. Enough of these phantasies. All day Mari...
Bathroom,