“Now, if you sit perfectly silent for a long time and look at the sea, or the sky, or the running water of a river, something happens to you – a sort of magic. Not the violent magic that makes the kind of adventures that I have been telling you about, but a kind of gentle but very strong inside magic, that makes things clear, and shows you what things are important, and what are not.”
“Sarah didn’t see how she could manage the costumes and scenery alone, and she wished she could talk to Katie about it. After all, it was Katie’s play, too. But Katie seemed to have forgotten that. Everyone was leaving everything to Sarah.
“At this low point in Sarah’s life, she wished every morning that something different would happen, but when something finally did happen, she wished it hadn’t.”
“The white deer flashed through the green forest and the King and his sons followed, past the barking tree, across the musical mud, in and out of a flock of wingless birds. On and on went the chase until the sun began to set and long strange shadows fell.”
“Loren pulled off his soaking coat. His arms shook, but without hesitation he advanced toward the foal.”
“The scent is my boy’s. Have you seen him? Pax shared the most important features of his human–the naked round ears; the towering legs, so improbably long that Pax always feared he would topple over when he ran; the black curled hair that grew to different lengths, then became short again.”
–Pax, by Sara Pennypacker. Illustrated by John Klassen. Continue reading “Pax”
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