“The Stars. Jared slept beneath them, uneasy in the rustling leaves. From the battlements Finn gazed up at them, seeing the impossible distances between galaxies and nebulae, and thinking they were not as wide as the distances between people. In the study Claudia sensed them, in the sparks and crackles on the screen. In the prison, Attia dreamt of them, She sat curled on the hard chair, Rix repacking his hidden pockets obsessively with coins and glass discs and hidden handkerchiefs. A single spark flickered deep in the coin Keiro spun and caught, spun and caught.” PeopleThinkingHardStarsStudyImpossibleSeeingDistancePrisonGlassesCaughtWideScreensSatPocketsChairsSparksCoinsGalaxyUneasySpunDiscsHandkerchiefsClaudia Author:Catherine Fisher
“I remember a story of a girl in Paradise who ate an apple once. Some wise Sapient gave it to her. Because of it she saw things differently. What had seemed gold coins were dead leaves. Rich clothes were rags of cobweb. And she saw there was a wall around the world, with a locked gate.” WorldStoriesRememberGirlRichSawsWiseWallClothesGoldAround The WorldParadiseApplesGatesLockedCoinsRagsCobwebsGold Coins Author:Catherine Fisher
