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sinepenthe) wrote2011-06-05 12:54 am
sinepenthe) wrote2011-06-05 12:54 am
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Howl's Moving Castle by Dianna Wynne Jones; page 183-184
By the time she caught up, Michael was stalking the star with soft steps, both arms out to catch it. Sophie could see him outlined against the star's light. The start was drifting level with Michael's hands and only a step or so beyond. It was looking back at him nervously. How odd! Sophie thought. It was made of light, it lit up a white ring of grass, and reeds and black pools around Michael, and yet it had big, anxious eyes peering backward at Michael, and a small, pointed face.
Sophie's arrival frightened it. It gave an erratic swoop and cried out in a shrill, crackling voice, "What is it? What do you want?"
Sophie tried to say to Michael, Do stop--it's terrified! But she had no breath left to speak with.
"I only want to catch you," Michael explained. "I won't hurt you."
"No! No!" The star crackled desperately. "That's wrong! I'm supposed to die!"
"But I could save you if you'd let me catch you," Michael told it gently.
"No!" cried the star. "I'd rather die!" It dived away from Michael's fingers. Michael plunged for it, but it was too quick for him. It swooped for the nearest marsh pool, and the black water leaped into a blaze of whiteness for just an instant. Then there was a small, dying sizzle. When Sophie hobbled over, Michael was standing watching the last light fade out of a little round lump under the dark water.
"That was sad," Sophie said.
Michael sighed. "Yes. My heart sort of went out to it. Let's go home. I'm sick of this spell."
Sophie's arrival frightened it. It gave an erratic swoop and cried out in a shrill, crackling voice, "What is it? What do you want?"
Sophie tried to say to Michael, Do stop--it's terrified! But she had no breath left to speak with.
"I only want to catch you," Michael explained. "I won't hurt you."
"No! No!" The star crackled desperately. "That's wrong! I'm supposed to die!"
"But I could save you if you'd let me catch you," Michael told it gently.
"No!" cried the star. "I'd rather die!" It dived away from Michael's fingers. Michael plunged for it, but it was too quick for him. It swooped for the nearest marsh pool, and the black water leaped into a blaze of whiteness for just an instant. Then there was a small, dying sizzle. When Sophie hobbled over, Michael was standing watching the last light fade out of a little round lump under the dark water.
"That was sad," Sophie said.
Michael sighed. "Yes. My heart sort of went out to it. Let's go home. I'm sick of this spell."