This week’s reading—chapters 15-21—included so much deep emotion. Nugget and the dragons woke up wells of grief and remorse and longing which spilled out all over the pages. It was so hard to pick an excerpt this week—but here’s this one. Oh, beautiful ache.
He was only twelve, but he knew enough to realize that the way before him would be hard. Is it worth it? he asked himself. Was it worth losing his old life in order to learn the truth of who he was and who he was becoming?
Yes.
Like the pluck of a stringed instrument, the first edge of the sun broke loose and poured light over the world.
—From chapter 18, “Old Wounds and New Healing”
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As usual, I have too many favorites. Here is just one of them.
From chapter 15- A Song for Nugget the Brave
Oskar laughed and turned his tired eyes on Janner. “Miller’s Bridge, my boy! Can you believe it? A legend proved true. A lot of that going on these days, it seems. Lost jewels, heroic deeds. I tell you, seeing the way you Igibys- Wingfeathers, rather- manage to survive makes me dare to believe the old stories are true after all. All those epics about mighty victories and brave kings. If I live long enough to sit at a desk again with quill and parchment, I’ll tell about this day. I’ll put it down so that a thousand years from hence some lad will read of the day Janner Wingfeather charged the Fangs of Dang besie his stout grandfather or how young King Kalmar’s skill with the bow crove an army of Fangs to retreat.”
Janner and Tink blushed.
“Don’t forget Nugget,” said Leeli. She was awake now, leaning against Nia.
“Of course, my dear,” said Oskar. “I’ll write of brave Nugget, whose bark shook the trees, Nugget, whose love for Leeli Wingfeather sent him flying to meet a troll twice his size, whose might shattered Miller’s Bridge and saved the Wingfeathers from a Fang horde.”
Rats, another typo. I need to proofread before I post.
Aside from that… I love the idea that what happens in the present, in the lives of ordinary (yet also extraordinary) people can somehow reflect that “the Stories are True.”