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They found Gwin in the ruins of the burnt-out house, sleepy and with feathers round his er, and even licked his hand, but then he ran after the boy They walked until it was light, always heading south towards the sea At last, they stopped for a rest and ate the food Dustfinger had brought froe, a piece of cheese, bread, olive oil The bread was rather hard, so they dipped it in the oil, ate in silence sitting side by side on the grass, and then went on Blue and dusty-pink wild sage flowered aer’s pocket – and the boy walked behind hi Home

And [he] sailed back over a year

and in and out of weeks

and through a day

and into the night of his very own roo for him

and it was still hot

Maurice Sendak,

Where the Wild Things Are

In the ie’s first thought was that Basta had taken it, and she felt sick with fear at the thought of his prowling round them while they slept But Mo had a different explanation

‘Farid has gone too, Meggie,’ he said ‘Do you think he’d have gone with Basta?’

No, she didn’t There was only one person Farid would have gone with Meggie could well i froan

‘But what about Fenoglio?’ she said

Mo only sighed ‘I don’t knohether I’d have tried to read hiie,’ he said ‘So much misfortune has come from that book already, and I’m not a writer who can make up the words he wants to read aloud for hiive books new bindings, rejuvenate the thees over the years like anew, eht words – I can’t do that That’s a very different trade A fas: a storyteller, a teacher or a ician, the enchanter is in the ascendant" I always thought he was right about that’

Meggie didn’t knohat to say She only knew that she lio’s face ‘And Tinker Bell,’ she said ‘What about her? Will she have to stay here too now?’ When she’d woken up the fairy had been lying in the grass beside her Now she was flying around with the other fairies If you didn’t look too closely they ine how she had escaped fro?

‘As far as I reot she’d ever existed,’ said Mo ‘Aie relio!’

But as she said that, her orously Mo searched his pockets for paper, though all he could find was a shopping receipt and a felt-tip pen Teresa took both frorass beside her, she wrote: Don’t be sorry for Fenoglio It’s not a bad story he’s landed in

‘Is Capricorn still in it? Did you ever ie How often she and Mo had wondered that After all, he was one of the main characters in Inkheart But perhaps there really was soed every day just like this one

I only heard of hione away for a while But there were others just as bad It’s a world full of terror and beauty (here her writing becaie could hardly er felt homesick for it