So it's happened, I kept thinking, you're in the middle of a story exactly as you've always wanted, and it's horrible. Fear tastes quite different when you're not just reading about it, Meggie, and playing hero wasn't half as much fun as I'd expected.
Cornelia FunkeDustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. โHe might tell me how my story ends,โ he murmured. Meggie looked at him in astonishment. โYou mean you donโt know?โ Dustfinger smiled. Meggie still didnโt particularly like his smile. It seemed to appear only to hide something else. โWhatโs so unusual about that, princess?โ he asked quietly. โDo you know how your story ends?โ Meggie had no answer for that.
Cornelia FunkeBlue as the evening sky, blue as cranesbill flowers, blue as the lips of drowned men and the heart of a blaze burning with too hot a flame. Yes, sometimes it was hot in this world, too. Hot and cold, light and dark, terrible and beautiful, it was everything all at once. It wasn't true that you felt nothing in the land of Death. You felt and heard and smelled and saw, but your heart remained strangely calm, as if it were resting before the dance began again. Peace. Was that the word?
Cornelia Funke