I let my boyfriend pick a page, and after a while (we are also playing one of the Lego games) he picked page 94.
Hiccup could contain himself no longer. ‘Is this true?’ he burst out.
‘Is the world really a circle that has no end?
‘I have no idea,’ replied Old Wrinkly calmly. ‘As I told you, this is a story.
Be quiet and I’ll tell you the end.’
I had my boyfriend pick a page, and he choose page 167.
But that night Miri had barely fallen asleep when she woke up sweating after a dream. Again of the redheaded twins: one was crying, the other sullen in the corner. IN the dark, her joke on the Storana seemed unnervingly real. The little linder house felt crowded with ghosts.
No singing came from the village that night. Only more tuneless whistling, like the call of some foreign bird.