What a coward she was after all! She tried to think of some hero out of one of her books,
someone whose skin she could slip into, to make her feel stronger, bigger, braver. Why could
she remember nothing but stories of frightened people when Capricorn looked at her? She
usually found it so easy to escape somewhere else, to get right inside the minds of people and
animals who existed only on paper, so why not now? Because she was afraid. "Because fear kills
everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

Autore: Cornelia Funke