The children, Amber, are wide awake.
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~~*~~an epic fantasy by Shawn Michel de Montaigne~~*~~
The children, Amber, are wide awake.
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For my part, then, I love life and cultivate it, such as it has pleased God to bestow it upon us. I do not go about wishing that it might be free from the necessity of eating and drinking, and I should think I erred no less exsusably to wish that the necessity might be doubled. Nor do I wish that we should sustain ourselves by merely putting into our mouths a little of that drug by which Epimenides took away his appetite and kept himself alive; nor that we should beget children insensibly with our fingers or heels, but rather, speaking with due reverence, that we might beget them voluptuously with our fingers and heels; nor that the body should be without desire and without titillation. Those are ungrateful and unfair complaints. I accept heartily and gratefully what Nature has done for me, and I am pleased with myself and proud of myself for it. We do wrong to that great and omnipotent Giver by refusing his gift, nullifying and disfiguring it. Being all good, he has made all things good.
--Michel Eyquem de Montaigne
“Did you ever think how ‘radical’ it would be if this Pier didn’t stop here, but just kept going on and on, connecting lands, kingdoms … whole worlds?”
Melody was surprised by the question. She didn’t know how to respond—and it seemed, oddly enough, that Mr. Conor wasn’t just playing at pretending here, but something deeper, something real…. She peered out over the water and tried visualizing … an infinite pier stretching over the silent, vibrant depths, a pier connecting lands as distant as China thousands of miles away … a pier that continued, on and on, over alien, uncharted waters, ancient lands, lost empires, forgotten peoples…. But then her analytical mind, always naggingly present, it seemed, barged in, and she replied, “An infinite pier? The wooden supports would have to be seven miles long to reach the bottom of the ocean in the deepest places … whoa….”
And then she thought some more and added, “But it wouldn’t be an infinite pier—eventually it’d just circle back around behind us….”
He turned his head now and watched her. “Radical,” he said, smiling.
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From the strings of an indestructible violin comes a compelling melody, one that will inspire a deep and moving friendship; and one that will set two powerful enemies on an explosive collision course that will ultimately determine the fate of two worlds.
And in the middle of that collision course is a young thirteen-year-old girl who’s just trying to pass her algebra class ...