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له مجموعة من الإنجازات والمؤلفات أبرزها ❞ Inkheart ❝ ❞ Inkspell ❝ الناشرين : ❞ Frome, Somerset [England] : Chicken House ; New York : Scholastic ❝

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Frome, Somerset [England] : Chicken House ; New York : Scholastic

رواية Inkspell 2005

Inkspell He has been trying to sing Love into existence again And he has failed. – Margaret Atwood, "Orpheus 2", Eating Fire Twilight was gathering, and Orpheus still wasn't here. Farid's heart beat faster, as it always did when day left him alone with the darkness. Curse that Cheeseface! Where could he be? The birds were falling silent in the trees, as if the approach of night had stifled their voices, and the nearby mountains were turning black. You might have thought the setting sun had singed them. Soon the whole world would be black as pitch, even the grass beneath Farid's bare feet, and the ghosts would begin to whisper. Farid knew only one place where he felt safe from them: right behind Dustfinger, so close that he could feel his warmth. Dustfinger wasn't afraid of the night. He liked it. "Hearing them again, are you?" he asked, as Farid pressed close to him. "How many times do I have to tell you? There aren't any ghosts in this world. One of its few advantages." Dustfinger stood there leaning against an oak tree, looking down the lonely road. In the distance, a streetlamp cast its light on the cracked asphalt where a few houses huddled by the roadside. There were scarcely a dozen of them, standing close together as if they feared the night as much as Farid.

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