Aber sie halten es für eine Legende!'
'Weil sie es dafür halten wollen. Vielleicht würden sich manche Märchen und Mythen als wahr herausstellen, wenn nur jemand den Mut aufbrächte, in einem Brunnen nach einer goldenen Kugel zu suchen oder die Dornenhecke vor einem Schloss zu zerschneiden.
Stichwörter: myths fairytales kai-meyer die-fließende-königin mrächen mythen
One day," she said, "I'll catch dreams like butterflies."
"And then what?" he asked.
"Then I'll put them between the pages of big, fat books and press them until they're words."
"Suppose there's someone who never dreams of anything but you?"
"Maybe then we're both words in a book. Two names among all the others.
Clearly we have all the time in the world,” she said crossly. “Feel free to start way back with the dinosaurs—just as long as you get to the Carnevares and Alcantaras sometime.
Kai Meyer...it isn’t other people who decide if you feel alone, it’s yourself. Only I didn’t know that yet.
Kai MeyerMost are on the search for their center their entire life long, for the axis of their world, but only the fewest are aware of it.
Kai MeyerOther girls carried tasers or pepper spray for safety. Rosa had bought herself a stapler in a hardware store on the corner of Baltic and Clinton Streets. Her thinking was simple. An electric shock is nasty but leaves no marks. With her method, though, she could put two or three staples into any attacker’s body. Then he’d have to stop and decide whether to tangle with her or start getting the staples out of his skin.
Kai MeyerHow are you?”
Rosa shrugged her shoulders. “My sister turned into a giant snake last night. And your cousin Tano—”
“Second cousin.”
“He was there too. He was a tiger. I recognized him from his eyes. Then I fainted.” She looked at him. “How does that sound?
She sighed. “Go on, say it. I shouldn’t have come.”
“You shouldn’t have come.” He looked sideways at her and gave her a fleeting grin. “But I’m glad you did.
Ahead of them lay an expressway access road. Except that there were no guardrails or markings. No road signs either. And no other vehicles at all. Yet the road, following a narrow curve, led to a broad ribbon of asphalt tracing a straight line all the way to the horizon. Again, it had no lines painted on it and there were no signs. Rosa thought there would have been space for four traffic lanes on it, but it was covered with the dust and loose soil that had blown over it.
No other sign of life. Just the two of them, the car, and a forgotten road to nowhere.
“Where does it go?”
“To the end of the world.
Would you make a right just up ahead?” he asked.
“And then?”
“I’ll show you something.”
“More mysteries.”
“There’s nothing mysterious about it.”
“You’re the mystery.”
He smiled. “Me?
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