I stalked you. Don’t be mad.
Stephen had just come from a class discussion in which several students believed that the right cup of herbal tea would save them from pain and sorrow. Well acquainted with pain and sorrow, Stephen di...
I have no beliefs, said her mother. Only hopes.
Stephen was shaped like a tire iron, all his bones a little too long:
Michael sat down next to her. She was too startled to be polite. Michael! What are you doing here? Where did you come from?
If I were a seagullI wouldn't have to stick aroundIf people argued- I would fly off,swerve, wheel, dip, scream.a thousand wings of company if I have friendstwo strong wings of my ownIf I don't
People could not accept the presence of Evil. They had to laugh, or shrug. Walk away, or look elsewhere.
What do you mean--your family? he said. Joseph, you do not have a in this terrible place. You have a master. Do not confuse savages who happen to give you food with Joseph’s face hardened. They are m...
But am I lost?And am I Mercy Carter? she had promised Uncle Nathaniel. I will remember my family, my God and my home.I have not broken my promise. I remember my family with love. I honor my God in eve...
At the crunch of footsteps they looked up, and then they stopped talking. Ruth was dangerous, not because of her habit of throwing things, but because every word she spoke was upsetting. They had begu...
And then a creek, so fast-flowing that even in this wicked cold it had not frozen. The Indians stood in ice water up to their thighs, handing the small children across, but the adults had to wade. Wet...
They reached a river where the water was open, seething and churning over rocks.We’re going to cross that? thought Mercy. It’s too wide and deep. We’ll drown.Tannhahorens took off his tobacco necklace...
We will freeze to death, thought Mercy. Why go to the trouble of carrying a hundred pairs of moccasins when they won’t make a fire?Her Indian knelt and, with his bare hands, scooped out a hole in a sn...
I don’t understand adoptions myself. I wouldn’t want to be a father to somebody else’s son. But the French and the Indians have run out of children. They love to pretend we’re their children.They aren...
It’s me! Mercy Carter! Oh, Mr. Williams! Do you have news? She flung herself on top of him. Oh, his beautiful beard! The beard of a real father, not a pretend Indian father or a French church father....
Listen to Sarah Hoyt! cried Ruth. Her long bony face was twisted with anger and hunger. She’s actually laughing. I despise her! It dishonors the dead to make friends with their murderers.Eben’s heart...
Munnonock, said Mercy’s Indian.Eben did not know the word or any of the syllables in it.Mercy frowned, trying to work it out. She shook her head at Tannhahorens.He pointed at her. Munnonock, he said a...
My theory, said Eben, is that being a captive is an honor for the strong and the uncomplaining.Sarah and Mercy considered this.Then why is Ruth alive? She complains all day long, said Sarah.But she is...
Oh, Eben! breathed Mercy, thrilled and astonished. Guess what?The glare off the ice was bothering him, and as the temperature rose, the snow on the frozen river was turning to slush. His moccasins wer...
Remember how in Deerfield there was nobody to marry? Remember how Eliza married an Indian? Remember how Abigail even had to go and marry a French fur trader without teeth?Mercy had to laugh again. It...
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