Behind him,across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps it was only an echo.
Lois LowryTags: the-giver
She fell asleep, and it was a sleep as thin as the night clouds, dotted with dreams that came and went like the stars.
Lois LowryBecause of fear, they made shelter and found food and grew things. For the same reason, weapons were stored, waiting.
Lois LowryOh the weather outside is frightful...
Lois LowryI don't know what you mean when you say 'the whole world' or 'generations before him.'I thought there was only us. I thought there was only now.
Lois LowryIf everyting's the same, then there aren't any choices! I want to wake up in the morning and decide things!" (Jonas)
"It's the choosing that's imortant, isn't it?" The Giver asked him.
Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.
Lois LowryIt sure doesn't take long to start to love a kid.
Lois LowryHis mind reeled. Now, empowered to ask questions of utmost rudeness-and promised answers-he could, conceivably (though it was almost unimaginable), ask someone, some adult, his father perhaps: "Do you lie?"
But he would have no way of knowing if the answer he received was true.
Then, recalling what he had said, she turned to him eagerly. “What’s my surprise?”
Most Ancient turned and reached for something that was behind him. He picked it up and placed it in her arms, and it looked up at her with wide, curious eyes. It was what she had once been: tiny, a wisp of a thing, with a mischievous smile and a trusting, visible heart.
“Oh!” she cried. She hugged it to her, against her badge. “What’s its name?”
“Ask it,” Most Ancient suggested.
“Who are you?” she asked the diminutive, transparent creature in her arms, keeping her voice calm so that it wouldn’t be scared.
“New Littlest,” it told her.
She was puzzled and almost frightened at first. The she thought, Of course! Most Ancient could not have always have been Most Ancient, and Thin Elderly must once have been something else. Even Fastidious – well, maybe not. Perhaps she had always been Fastidious.
She cradled New Littlest, moving her hands as gently as possible around the fragile little thing, and turned back to ask Most Ancient what she needed to know.
“Who am I now?”
“Gossamer,” he told her.
Tags: gossamer
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