He wondered what lay in the far distance where he had never gone. The land didn’t end beyond those nearby communities. Were there hills Elsewhere? Were there vast wind-torn areas like the place he had...
He was in a room filled with people, and it was warm, with firelight glowing on a hearth. He could see through a window that outside it was night, and snowing. There were colored lights: red and green...
He saw all of the light and colour and history it contained and carried in its slow-moving water; and he knew that there was an Elsewhere from which it came, and an Elsewhere to which it was going.
For Kirsti, the soldiers were simply part of the landscape, something that had always been there, on every corner, as unimportant as lampposts, throughout her remembered life.
CONSPIRACY is a plan to do something subversive. Three guys planning a camping trip . . . nah, that’s just three guys planning a camping trip. But three guys planning to take a camping trip and rob a...
But the moment passed and was followed by an urge, a need, a passionate yearning to share the warmth with the one person left for him to love. Aching from the effort, he forced the memory of warmth in...
Behind him,across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps it was only an echo.
And I've thought of a way to help you with the concept of color.Close your eyes and be still, now. I'm going to give you a memory of a rainbow.
All of it was new to him. After a life of Sameness and predictability, he was awed by the surprises that lay beyond each curve of the road. He slowed the bike again and again to look with wonder at wi...
A stage adaptation of The Giver has been performed in cities and towns across the USA for years. More recently an opera has been composed and performed. And soon
A whole world can lie before someone, if love is there when one wakes.
Now he knew that there were communities everywhere, sprinkled across the vast landscape of the known world, in which people suffered. Not always from beatings and hunger, the way he had. But from igno...
All of the citizens had been ordered to go into the nearest building and stay there. IMMEDIATELY, the rasping voice through the speakers had said. LEAVE YOUR BICYCLES WHERE THEY ARE.
A contributing citizen to be released from the community was a final decision, a terrible punishment, an overwhelming statement of failure.
What's his comfort object called? Lily asked, picking up thestuffed creature which had been placed beside the newchild in hisbasket.Father glanced at it. Hippo, he said.Lily giggled at the strange wor...
This new Caleb was a replacement child. The couple had lost their first Caleb, a cheerful little Four.
Thinking of those times as he passed the cemetery on his way to the evening’s festivities, Gabe recalled the day Matty’s body had been found and carried home. Gabe had been young then, only eight, a r...
There was never any comfortable way to mention or discuss one's successes without breaking the rule against bragging, even if one didn't mean to.
The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without color, pain, or past.
The door to the cottage was open. She was standing there in her nightdress, breathing deeply of the daybreak air. She was tall and slender, with coppery hair that fell in curls around her shoulders. H...