The snow lay thin and apologetic over the world. That wide grey sweep was the lawn, with the straggling trees of the orchard still dark beyond; the white squares were the roofs of the garage, the old barn, the rabbit… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
When the Dark comes rising six shall turn it back; Three from the circle, three from the track; Wood, bronze, iron; Water, fire, stone; Five will return and one go alone. Iron for the birthday; bronze carried long; Wood from… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
“Still in the black hemisphere the stars blazed and slowly wheeled; beneath them, Will felt so infinitesimally small that it seemed impossible he should… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
The future cannot blame the present, just as the present cannot blame the past. The hope is always here, always alive, but only your… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
“He was tall, and straight, with a lot of very thick, wild, white hair. In his grim brown face the nose curved fiercely, like… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
“But those men who know anything at all about the Light also know that there is a fierceness to its power, like the bare… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
“On the day of the dead, when the year too dies, Must the youngest open the oldest hills Through the door of the birds,… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
“If you are concerned for the future of our civilization, there is no more cheering sight than a boy or girl who is lost… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
“When the dark comes rising, six shall turn it back; Three from the circle, three from the track; Wood, bronze, iron; water, fire, stone;… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
“Somewhere in Barney's mind, as a spark flickers and finds tinder and blazes up into a flame, a small light of resentment flared suddenly… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
“The Herdsman passed, nodding, the bright star Arcturus at his knee; the Bull roared by, bearing the great sun Aldebaran and the small group… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
Will picked a single blossom from a gorse bush beside him; it shone bright yellow on his grubby hand. "People are very complicated," he… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
