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Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke

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Published by: Amanda Mathias Jacobsen on Dec 10, 2012
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In her own words:
―Blue as the evening sky, blue as cranesbill
flowers, blue as the lips of drowned men andthe heart of a blaze burning with too hot aflame. Yes, sometimes it was hot in this world,too. Hot and cold, light and dark, terrible andbeautiful, it was everything all at once. It wasn'ttrue that you felt nothing in the land of Death.You felt and heard and smelled and saw, butyour heart remained strangely calm, as if it wereresting before the dance began again.
Peace. Was that the word?‖
- Inkdeath
―Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name.‖  
Elinor had read countless stories in which the main characters fell sickat some point because they were so unhappy. She had always thought
that a very romantic idea, but she’d dismissed it as a pure invention of
the world of books. All those wilting heroes and heroines whosuddenly gave up the ghost just because of unrequited love or longing 
for something they’d lost!
Elinor had always enjoyed their sufferings
as a reader will. After all, that was what you wanted from books: great
emotions you’d never felt yourself, pain you could leave behind by
closing the book if it got too bad. Death and destruction felt deliciouslyreal conjured up with the right words, and you could leave thembehind between the pages as you pleased, at no cost or risk to
yourself.‖  

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