Nation
Terry Pratchett
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 0061433039
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
When a giant wave destroys his village, Mau is the only one left. Daphne—a traveler from the other side of the globe—is the sole survivor of a shipwreck. Separated by language and customs, the two are united by catastrophe. Slowly, they are joined by other refugees. And as they struggle to protect the small band, Mau and Daphne defy ancestral spirits, challenge death himself, and uncover a long-hidden secret that literally turns the world upside down.
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Least, I’d say.” “Very well done, sire,” said Mr. Black. “To the victor the spoils.” “Except there hasn’t been a war,” said the king. “It’s too much. We can’t take it! They have been kind.” “I was merely suggesting that the people like it when kings bring valuable things home, sire,” said the Gentleman of Last Resort. “Like whole countries,” said Daphne, giving him a sharp look. “But this is meant as a gift, Mr. Black. It is not the spoils of conquest,” said the king. “Well, that is indeed.
For a month on the island of the boys, hadn’t he? Just surviving on that place was enough to make you a man…. Well, surviving and then getting back. No one ever told you about the Boys’ Island, not properly. You picked up stuff as you grew, but there was one thing you learned very soon: The point about the Boys’ Island was that you got away from the Boys’ Island. You left your boy soul there and were given a man soul when you got back to the Nation. You had to get back—otherwise something.
The same everywhere? How can I find out? She made a note to write this down. But she was really worried about the mother of the baby whom, in the privacy of her head, Daphne called the Pig Boy. The woman was sitting up now, and sometimes walked around, and smiled when you gave her food, but there was something missing. She didn’t play with her baby as much as Cahle, either. She let Cahle feed it, because there must have been some lamp still burning in her brain that knew it was the only way, but.
Tail, that’s a horse. Oh, and much more handsome. And much longer legs.” “So a horse is not really like a pig at all?” “Well, yes, I suppose so. But it’s got the same number of legs.” “Do they wear trousers?” asked Mau, thoroughly confused. “No. Just people and tables. You should try them!” They made her do it. That was probably a good thing, Daphne admitted. She’d wanted to do it but hadn’t dared do it, but they’d made her do it, although really they’d made her make herself do it, and now.
To get provisions together, then we could try it. But it’s eight hundred miles of open ocean.” “The weaker people would die. They came here to be safe!” “They call this island ‘the place where the sun is born’ because it’s in the east. They look to us.” “Then we could hide until the Raiders go away. Roll away the stone, the Grandmothers said.” Mau stared at her. “And hide among the dead men? Do you think we should?” “No! We should fight!” She was amazed at how fast the words came out. They.