The Welkening: A Three Dimensional Tale
Simon and Schuster, 15.06.2010 - 413 Seiten
A fantasy novel in an alternate world.
Lizbeth, Bennu, Len, and Angie are misfits, and they know it. They are often overlooked and ostracized for being overweight, short, airheaded, or wearing coke-bottle glasses. When bullies inflict a wound to Len's head, the four friends find themselves suddenly thrust into an alternative dimension—the realm of Welken, an idyllic kingdom under attack by Morphane the Soul Swallower. The noble defender Piers urges the four to aid his beleaguered land. But their insecurities hold them back until several mysterious adventures reveal that the weaknesses so disdained in their own world are weapons of great power in Welken. Victory is far from certain, however, as the enemy resorts to shape-shifting and deception, finally storming the Welkeners with an army of slaves. Unless the misfits find the courage to wield their weapons and turn the battle, Welken will fall into the death grip of Morphane.
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CHAPTER20 Abus Too True
On the Thresholds
A Full Compass of Doors
Waiting and Wanting
CHAPTER26 Singing the Last Verse
CHAPTER27 How Many Eyes Does It Take to See?
The Flame Leaps into Darkness
Jellyfish and WaterFunnels
The Window under the Mountain
CHAPTER12 Something about Fours
Rationalizations Resistance and the River of Light
Catching a Glimpse
PART THREE THE STRENGTH OF HISTORY
Choosing to Be Chosen
Faith to Move Molehills
Not Everyone on the Other Side of the Tracks
Commissioning the Commiseration
Riddling While Rome Turns
CHAPIER32 A Kiss of Fire
A Sentence or Two for Ollie
CHAPTER36 One Little Word Shall Fell Him
CHAPTER37 The Silence the Talk the Furious Fire
CHAPTER38 The Welkening
Akhenaten amulet Angie's arms asked Basala beast Bebba Bennu and Angie called cave Charlotte door Durrow Ellen Eye of Horus eyes face Fatagar feel feet finger fire four friends front Ganderst Hall Gandric glimpses Goffer grabbed ground hair hand head heard held Josh knew lantern leaned legs Len rose Len's light Lizbeth felt Lizbeth looked Lizbeth saw Lizbeth thought Lizbeth turned Malleal Mama Misfits Mook Mook's Morphane Morphane's moved museum Odin Ollie path Percy and Bones Pict Piers Piers walked Piers's Prester John Primus Hook pulled pushed rock scarab seemed shook shoulders shouted side smiled Soliton stared step stood stopped Sutton and Zennor Sutton Hoo tell Terz Terz's Tetragrammaton there's thing tiles Tommy took tree Vida Bering voice wait walked wall Wasan Sagad watched waved Welken What's whispered worried Yeah yelled
Seite 147 - AWAKE, my St John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of Man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot ; Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Seite 297 - Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Seite 25 - People talk sometimes of bestial cruelty, but that's a great injustice and insult to the beasts ; a beast can never be so cruel as a man, so artistically cruel. The tiger only tears and gnaws, that's all he can do. He would never think of nailing people by the ears, even if he were able to do it.
Seite 179 - Lands are in daily festivity, Awake and standing upon their feet When thou hast raised them up. Their limbs bathed, they take their clothing, Their arms uplifted in adoration to thy dawning. Then in all the world they do their work.
Seite 210 - We have made thee neither of heaven nor of earth, neither mortal nor immortal, so that with freedom of choice and with honor, as though the maker and molder of thyself, thou mayest fashion thyself in whatever shape thou shalt prefer.
Seite 292 - Whoever gets around you must be sharp and guileful as a snake; even a god might bow to you in ways of dissimulation. You! You chameleon! Bottomless bag of tricks! Here in your own country would you not give your stratagems a rest or stop spellbinding for an instant? You play a part as if it were your own tough skin. No more of this, though. Two of a kind, we are, contrivers, both. Of all men now alive you are the best in plots and story telling. My own fame is for wisdom among the godsdeceptions,...
Seite 183 - ... 249 It is superstition to put one's hope in formalities; but it is pride to be unwilling to submit to them. 250 The external must be joined to the internal to obtain anything from God, that is to say, we must kneel, pray with the lips, etc., in order that proud man, who would not submit himself to God, may be now subject to the creature. To expect help from these externals is superstition; to refuse to join...
Seite 107 - Yet nothing is more common than for men to think that because they are familiar with words, they understand the ideas they stand for.
Seite 248 - Happy is the man who conserves his God-given energy until wisdom and not passion shall direct it. so so If pleasures are greatest in anticipation, just remember that this is also true of trouble.