I wish you luck,' she said, kissing him on the cheek. He still had the most beautiful eyes of any boy she'd… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
The tent in which she first met him had smelled of blood, of the death she did not understand, and still she… — 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
Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face. Guess.' The bird ruffled up its… — 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
The heart was a weak, changeable thing, bent on nothing but love, and there could be no more fatal mistake than to… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
It was much easier for him now that he was smaller to negotiate his way through his crammed shop but he still… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Dustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. ‘He might tell me how my story ends,’ he murmured. Meggie looked… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Dustfinger still clearly remembered the feeling of being in love for the first time. How vulnerable his heart had suddenly been! Such… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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