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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On his knees. “Most of the crockery got smashed in the wreck,” said the girl sadly. “It’s a miracle I could find two cups. Will you have a scone?” She pointed at the bread things. Mau took one. It was hot, which was good, but on the other hand it tasted like a piece of slightly rotten wood. She was watching anxiously as he moved the lump around in his mouth, looking for something to do with it. “I’ve done it wrong, haven’t I?” she said. “I thought the flour was too damp. Poor Captain Roberts.
Sea, like Mau. Those afloat had gone back to people and villages that weren’t there, and had scavenged what they could and set out to find other people. They’d followed the current, and had met up, and had become a kind of floating village—but one of children without parents, parents without children, wives without husbands, people without all those things around them that told them what they were. The wave had shaken up the world and left broken pieces. There might be hundreds more out there.
Wasn’t what people really meant when they said “you’re talking to yourself.” This was herself talking to her. She couldn’t ask “Who are you?”—not to her own voice. Pilu had said Mau heard dead grandfathers in his head, and she’d thought, well, something like that would be bound to happen after all the boy had been through. Could she be hearing his ancestors? “Yes,” said her own voice. “Why?” she asked. “Because this is a sacred place.” Daphne hesitated. Whoever was doing this knew her name,.
One. But don’t worry, we repaired it.” Daphne’s brow furrowed. “How can you repair a cannon? You can’t repair a cannon, not here!” “A trouserman might not be able to, but I can,” said Mau proudly. “Remember, you didn’t know how to milk a pig!” “All right then, how do you repair a broken cannon?” said Daphne. “Our way,” said Mau, beaming. “With string!” “With str—?” “Waark! Cox is the prawn of the devil!” Even Daphne, mouth open to object, turned to look— But Cox was quicker than all of.
The shore because they were so light. They tried to talk to him, but he could not hear them because the words could not get through his gray skin. There was a strange one, too, a ghost girl, totally white. She tried to talk to him several times but faded back into the dream, like the others. The sun and moon whirled across the sky, and he walked on in a gray world, the only moving thing in veils of silence, forever. And then he was spoken to, out of the grayness. WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MAU? He.