“Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment.” — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water -- although she… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
So Mo began filling the silence with words. He lured them out of the pages as if they had only been waiting… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
From the tower battlements, Dustfinger looked down on a lake as black as night, where the reflection of the castle swam in… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
There was another reason [she] took her books whenever they went away. They were her home when she was somewhere strange. They were familiar… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
“A story is a labyrinth, it looks as if there were several ways to go, but only one is right, and there's a nasty… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she didn't pull… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
“For a moment Dustfinger felt as if he had never been away- as if he had simply had a bad dream, and the memory… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,'Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right? — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
“And he will have a great aunt called Elinor who tells him there's a world not like this one. A world with neither fairies… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
“Yes, Mo would come. Meggie could think of nothing else as Fenoglio led her away with him, his arm around her as if he… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
Perhaps there's another, much larger story behind the printed one, a story that changes just as our own world does. And the letters on… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
I remember the feeling. Whenever my father got so absorbed in a book that we might have been in visible I felt like taking… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
I wish you luck,' she said, kissing him on the cheek. He still had the most beautiful eyes of any boy she'd ever seen.… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
Because by now Elinor had understood this, too: A longing for books was nothing compared with what you could feel for human beings. The… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
