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The Girl of Ink & Stars1They Say The Day The Governor Arrived, The Ravens Did Too All The Smaller Birds Flew Backward Into The Sea, And That Is Why There Are No Songbirds On Joya Only Huge, Ragged Ravens Id Watch Them Perch On The Rooftops Like Omens, And Try To Squint Them Into The Chaffinches And Goldcrests Da Drew From Memory If I Imagined Hard Enough, I Could Almost Hear Them Singing.Why Did The Songbirds Leave, Da Id Ask.Because They Could, Isabella.And The Wolves The Deer Das Face Would Darken Seems The Sea Was Better Than What They Were Running From.Da Would Tell Me Another Story Then, About The Girl Warrior Arinta, Or Joyas Mythical Past As A Floating Island, And Refuse To Sayabout The Wolves And The Backward Birds But I Kept Asking, Until The Day Came When I Found My Own Answers.The Morning It Began Was Like Any Other.I Woke In My Narrow Bed, Sunrise Just Starting To Brighten The Mud Walls Of My Room The Smell Of Burnt Porridge Hung On The Air Da Must Have Been Up For Hours, As It Took A Long Time For The Fire To Heat The Heavy Clay Pot I Could Hear Miss La, Our Hen, Scratching About Outside My Room, Seeking Out Crumbs She Was Twelve Years Old, Same As Me, But Even Though Its Young For A Person, Its Very, Very Old For A Chicken Her Feathers Were Gray, Her Mood Was Black, And Even Our Cat, Pep, Was Scared Of Her.My Tummy Rumbled As I Stretched Out My Arms Pep Was Sprawled Across My Legs, And He Yowled Loudly As I Sat Up.You Awake, Isabella Da Called From The Kitchen.Morning, Da.Porridge Is Ready A Little Overready, In Fact Coming I Eased My Legs Out And Smoothed The Cats Rough Fur Where It Had Ruffled In The Night Sorry, Pep.He Purred And Closed His Green Eyes.I Washed My Face In The Basin By The Window And Stuck A Tongue Out At The Reflection In The Polished Metal Above Gabos Bed I Straightened His Sheets, Dustier Every Day But Still Made, And Traced The Voice Line Arched Next To His Pillow A Long, Thin Hollow Da Had Etched For Us Up The Walls And Over The Ceiling When We Pressed Our Lips To It And Whispered, It Carried Our Voices So We Could Talk Even When We Were At Each End Of The Room In Our Separate Beds.Three Years Now Three Years Since I Sat There, My Twins Hand Fire In Mine As He Faded In The Night, Fast As A Blown Out Match.But Still I Could Conjure Him Easy As Breathing.It Would Not Do To Start The Day Sad Shaking The Thoughts Out Of My Head, I Pulled On My School Dress Instead It Was As Big As It Had Been Six Weeks Before My Best Friend, Lupe, Would Laugh Still The Shortest In The Class Shed Say.I Quickly Braided My Unbrushed Hair And Hoped Da Wouldnt Notice I Hadnt Untangled It All Summer Pep Was Rolling On The Bed, But I Wasnt Allowed To Stroke Him With My Uniform On My Teacher, Seora Feliz, Was Always Picking Ginger Hairs Off My Dress With Irritated Fingers.I Pulled Aside The Curtain That Served As My Bedroom Door And Carefully Stepped Over Miss La, Who Squawked As I Scattered Her Small Pile Of Crumbs She Narrowed Her Misty Eyes And Pecked At My Ankles, Chasing Me Farther Into The Main Room, Where We Ate, Talked, And Planned Adventures.A Big Bowl Of Blackened Porridge Sat On Our Large Pine Plank Table, Marooned Among A Sea Of Maps More Of Das Maps Were Stuck To The Walls, And They Rustled As I Passed, Like A Talking Breeze.I Traced The Papers With My Finger, As I Did Every Morning, Watching How The Silver Pigment Of Afriks Rivers Met Those Of Ygpt, How Ygpt Clung To The Curve Of Europa Bay Like One Hand Grasping Another Across The Sea On The Opposite Wall Hung The Sketchy Coast Of Amrica And Its Dragging Ocean Currents, Labeled With Strange, Wondrous Names The Frozen Circle, The Vanishing Triangle, The Cerulean Sea The Paper Was Dyed A Beautiful Deep Blue, And The Currents Were Picked Out In Thread Against It Da Had Used A Needle And Thread Thin As A Hair For These Gold For Cerulean, Black For The Triangle, White For The Frozen Circle But Past The Eastern Coast, Everything Stopped Only One Word Broke The Blankness Incognito Unknown.I Could Almost Feel Das Disappointment In The Long Dried Ink Of The Word Unfavorable Tides On His Last Trip Had Meant An Early Return To Joya, And Da Never Again Made It Across That Wild Expanse Before The Governor Arrived On Our Island Governor Adori Closed The Ports And Made The Forest That Stretched Coast To Coast Between Our Village Of Gromera And The Rest Of The Island Into A Border, Banishing Anyone Who Resisted His Rule To The Other Side Gromera Was Cut Off From The Rest Of Joya, And The Forest Was Strung With Thick Thorns And Enormous Bells To Warn The Governors Guards If Anyone Came Through I Had Never Heard The Bells Ring.I Knew Da Dreamt Of Filling In The Gaps On His Amrica Maps, Whereas What I Wanted,than Anything Else, Was To Cross The Forest Border And Chart The Forgotten Territories, Which Lay Beyond, Though I Had Never Told Him So.There Was Only One Map That Showed The Whole Of Our Island, And It Hung In Das Study I Called It Mas Map Because It Had Been Passed Down Through Her Family For Generations, Maybe Even As Far Back As Arintas Time A Thousand Years Ago It Had Always Felt Like A Sign That Ma And Da Were Meant For Each Other, That He Was A Cartographer And Her Only Heirloom Was A Map.Each Of Us Carries The Map Of Our Lives On Our Skin, In The Way We Walk, Even The Way We Grow, Da Would Often Say See Here How My Blood Runs Not Blue At My Wrist, But Black Your Mother Always Said It Was Ink I Am A Cartographer Through To My Heart.Fetch The Jug, Would You Das Voice Made Me Jump, Pulling Me Back Into The Room.I Dragged A Chair To The Shelves, Carefully Taking The Jug From High Up, And Put It On The Table Next To The Porridge It Was Forest Green And Special Because It Was The Last Thing Ma Had Made We Used It Only On The First And Last Days Of School, Or Birthdays And Feast Days Da Kept It Out Of Reach And Washed It With Great Care.I Could Remember Ma Sometimes Dark Eyed And Mostly Smiling, Smelling Of The Black Clay She Worked With, Making Pots For The Villagers And Delicate Pieces For The Governor Or Maybe I Imagined Her, Like The Songbirds.Good Morning, Little One Da Limped From The Kitchen I Rushed To Take The Milk Pail And Cups He Was Carrying.You Shouldnt Walk Without Your Stick, I Scolded.Da Had Broken His Leg As A Young Man, Leaping From The Jetty Of An Ygptian Port Onto A Moving Ship That Was Leaving For Amrica Without Him, And Now Used A Walking Stick Carved From A Fragment Of His Great Grandfathers Fishing Boat It Was My Favorite Thing Out Of The Many Favorite Things In The Room Light As Paper, It Floated In Even The Thinnest Skim Of Water, But Most Miraculous Of All, It Glowed In The Dark Da Said It Was Because Of The Sap, But I Knew It Was Magic.I Hurried To Clear A Space On The Table, Shifting The Himalay Mountains Onto A Shelf.Da Poured The Milk Into Mas Jug, Then Settled Down On The Bench Next To Me And Grinned Pick A Pocket.I Rolled My Eyes Left.He Wiggled His Eyebrows Like Two Black Caterpillars Right Answer He Pulled A Small Jar From His Pocket.Pine Honey I Unscrewed The Lid, And The Smell Filled My Nostrils, Making My Mouth Water Thank You, Da.Nothing But The Best For Your First Day Back At School.I Shrugged Its Only School.Oh, Well, I Suppose Ill Just Have To Eat All Of This Myself, Then He Took The Open Jar And Mimed Pouring The Honey Into His Mouth.No I Grabbed It Back Youre Right, Its A Very Important Day Im Only Surprised You Didnt Get Two Jars.The Honey Was So Good I Hardly Noticed The Porridge Was Burnt, But When I Looked Up, Das Food Was Untouched He Was Sitting In That Hunched Way That Meant He Was Thinking His Hand Rested On The Milk Jug, And I Could See The Pulse In His Wrist His Eyes Had A Faraway Look.First Days Of School Were Hard For Both Of Us.I Cleared Away My Bowl As Quietly As I Could And Pushed His Closer To His Hand Ill See You Later, Da.When He Didnt Answer, I Picked Up My Satchel And Left The House, Closing The Peeling Green Door Gently Behind Me.2Our Street Ran In A Straight, Steep Line Down To The Western Sea, And All The Houses Were Built The Same, A Long Row Of Mud Huts With Straw Roofs That Lupe Thought Looked Sweet I Thought That They Looked As If One Good Gust Of Wind Would Send Them All Tumbling Into The Sea.I Normally Ran To The Market Square, Skidding Downhill On My Heels, Because The Ravens Liked To Fly Low And Running Put Them Off Today, Though, I Settled Into A Fast Walk After All, I Was Almost At The Top Of The School Now It Didnt Seem Right To Run Like A Little Child.Masha, Who Lived Across The Street, Was Standing In Her Doorway I Waved, Trying To See Past Her Into The House.Looking For Someone She Smiled, Her Lined Face Crinkling Like Old Paper Pablos Already Left You Know The Governor Likes Them To Be At Work Before Dawn.Mashas Son, Pablo, Had Been Born When She Was Already Old, Her Belly Swelling Even As Her Hair Turned Gray And Her Face Creased With Age Masha Had Called It A Miracle, And Pablo Was Miraculous Gabo And I Had Always Been In Awe Of Him, As All The Villagers Were, Because Of His Strength At Age Ten, He Could Lift His Parents, One Over Each Shoulder Having A Piggyback From Pablo Felt Like Flying, But It Had Been A Long Time Since Id Seen Him.Two Years Ago, When His Mothers Back Got Too Bad, Pablo Left School And Took Her Place As A Laborer, Although Masha Pleaded With Him Not To Now Fourteen, He Pulled Carts As If They Were Paper, And Cared For The Governors Horses Too.He Took The Present For Lupe, Masha Added, Wrinkling Her Nose I Knew She Didnt Understand Why I Chose To Be Friends With The Governors Daughter I Told Him To Hide It Like You Asked.Thank You, I Said Maybe Ill See Him Tomorrow Maybe But Her Voice Was Not Hopeful He Was Always Up Before Sunrise, Home After Dark.I Waved Good Bye, Shouldered My Satchel, And Started Down The Hill.From This High Up, Gromera Looked Like A Wheel, Or A Starburst, With The Market Square At Its Center And Streets Like Spokes Spiking Outward, Some Ending At The Wide, Calm Harbor That Bottlenecked Into The Sea, Ripe With Fish On A Clear Night, The Stars Settled On Its Surface Like Water Lilies.The Governors Ship Was Moored There, As Always Da Said It Was Carved From A Single Afrik Baobab Trunk The Baobab Must Be An Enormous Tree Because The Hull Nearly Spanned The Width Of The Port, The Mast Arrowing Toward The Sky, The Sails Stowed It Crouched Over The Fishing Fleet Like A Mountain, Huge And Unmoving Like Everything The Governor Had, It Took Up Farspace Than It Ought To.To The East, His House Glinted In The Sunrise Built From Black Basalt And Big As Five Ships, The Mansion Sat Between The Blue Sea And The Green Forest, Spreading Out Over The Fields Like A Storm Cloud From Here, Though, It Looked Small Enough To Squash Between My Forefinger And Thumb Below It Was The Village, With The School Halfway Between.The Old School Building Had Been Small But Bright, And We Had Painted The Walls Rainbow Colors With Whatever Dyes Da Could Spare But Then The Governor Had Knocked It Down Lupe Had Decided Shed Had Enough Of Being Taught Alone At Home And Demanded To Be Sent To The Local School Like The Rest Of Us.Governor Adori Had Rebuilt It From Stone, Twice As Big, Because If His Daughter Was Going, It Had To Look Grander.Not For Me, You Understand, Said Lupe With A Sad Smile She Adopted An Even Posher Voice To Add, To Uphold The Family Honor.We Werent Allowed To Paint The Walls Of The New School A Lot Of Children Were Unkind To Lupe Because Of That, But I Knew It Wasnt Her Fault.Behind The Governors House, Closest To The Forest, Were The Orchards, Where I Had Never Been I Squinted At The Antlike Specks Of The Laborers There And Wondered Which One Was Pablo To The West, The Black Sand Of The Beaches Was Almost Covered By The Incoming Tide We Were Not Permitted To Be On The Beaches At High Tide, And No One Was Allowed In The Sea Unless They Were Launching One Of The Governors Boats My Toes Itched Da Had Described Being In The Sea, But It Was Not The Same As Trying It For Myself.Above The Beaches Were The Clay Mines, Which I Tried Not To Look At Because It Brought Back One Of The Few Clear Memories I Had Of Ma The Day She Took Gabo And Me To The Mines She Taught Us How To Tie Ourselves With Vines To A Dragon Tree You Knot Like This, And Then Rub The Sap Into Your Hands For Grip And Lowered Us One By One Into The Gorge Gabo Got Scared And Wriggled So Much The Knot Broke When He Landed On The Soft Mud At The Bottom, It Made A Very Rude Noise, And He Was Filthy When Ma Climbed Up With Him From The Darkness.I Laughed So Hard It Hurt.I Remembered That, That Ache In My Belly How It Came Back Two Months Later, When Ma Died Only Then It Was Sharper, And There Was No One Carrying Anyone Out Of That Darkness Three Years Later, The Same Sweating Sickness Took Gabo Three Years After That, The Clay Mine Memory Still Made My Throat Feel Tight Ce Texte Fait R F Rence L Dition Broch.I Read It, I Loved It Gripping, Enjoyable And A Book Which Is Beautifully Written And Designed Malorie Blackman, Author Of Noughts And Crosses Lovely Book And Beautifully Presented Very Much My Cup Of Tea Frances Hardinge, Author Of The Lie Tree Loved It One Of Those Timeless Stories That Feels Like A Real Myth Samantha Shannon, Author Of The Bone Season This Book Is One Of The Most Aesthetically Pleasing Books I Ve Ever Had The Fortune To Hold, Let Alone Read It S FANTASTIC Carrie Hope Fletcher A Fine Mix Of Magic And Adventure With A Captivating Heroine Enthralling And Engrossing By Turns Celia Rees, Author Of Witch Child The Girl Of Ink Her Ideas Are Original, Her Imagination Impressive And The Book Jacket Is My Favourite Of The Year So Far The Times Exquisitely Poised Between Sweetness And Darkness, This Is A Novel That Revels In The Power Of Myth And Storytelling Financial Times Imaginative And Spellbinding, This Debut Is Full Of Magic And Wonder The Sun Philip Pullman Fans Will Love This Poetic Fantasy Novel Daily Express A Magical Debut Novel That Is Beautiful In Both Its Presentation And Spellbinding Tale Of Maps, Myth And Friendship The Guardian

Free ↠ The Girl of Ink & Stars By Kiran Millwood Hargrave –
  • Format Kindle
  • 240 pages
  • The Girl of Ink & Stars
  • Kiran Millwood Hargrave
  • Anglais
  • 17 January 2017
  • 1910002747

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