She felt a small shudder of fear. Fear was always a part of life for the people. Because of fear, they made shelter and found food and grew things. For the same reason, weapons were stored, waiting. T...
It’s Peter the goat-herd, murmured Tim in astonishment, right out of Heidi! We can teach him to read and write, and then we’ll all smile and hug and say religious things!
It was a question she did not want to be asked. When she asked it of herself, she didn’t like her own answer.
It bothered him a little to lie about small things. But he always had; he had grown up lying, and he still found it strange that the people in this place where he now lived thought lying was wrong. To...
In the schoolhouse, Mentor, the schoolteacher, gently tutored a mischievous eight-year-old named Gabe, who had neglected his studies to play and now needed help.
I like being right smack in the middle.
I have a wonderful idea. Maybe when you become a Twelve, they'll give you the Assignment of Storyteller!
He’s changing, isn’t he? Matty replied, startling himself, because he had not spelled it out in his mind before, had not said it aloud yet, yet here it was, and he was saying it to Jean. He felt an od...
Henrik, you need a wife, Mama scolded him. Uncle Henrik laughed and joined Mama on the steps near the kitchen door. Why do I need a wife, when I have a sister?
He wasn’t surprised. After the thorny branches had shredded her dress, they had reached for her legs as night fell, and now he could see that she was terribly lacerated. The wounds were deep, and he c...
He seemed much older and very tired, defeated.
Frightened meant that deep, sickening feeling of something terrible about to happen.
Ellen was motionless on the sidewalk,
Actually, the chief guardian said in a calm voice, you have no rights at all. But I am going to tell you the decision so that there will be no misunderstanding. The orphan girl Kira will stay. She wil...
Still clutched Ellen’s necklace. She looked down, and saw that she had imprinted
Como si dijera: «Ya casi hemos terminado», y ciertamente los chorritos de leche salieron más finos y lentos. Dio un apretón final,
Blue vervain and chamomile,
Trademaster, he said.....Who is he? Claire asked again.He is Evil. I don't know how else to describe it. He is Evil, and like all evil, he has enormous power. He tempts. He taunts. And he takes.
They were forcing the children to describe the future they wanted, not the one that could be.
They have never known pain, he thought. The realization made him feel desperately lonely.