• Complain

Michael Wallis - The Golden Quill

Here you can read online Michael Wallis - The Golden Quill full text of the book (entire story) in english for free. Download pdf and epub, get meaning, cover and reviews about this ebook. year: 2020, publisher: Michael Wallis, genre: Art. Description of the work, (preface) as well as reviews are available. Best literature library LitArk.com created for fans of good reading and offers a wide selection of genres:

Romance novel Science fiction Adventure Detective Science History Home and family Prose Art Politics Computer Non-fiction Religion Business Children Humor

Choose a favorite category and find really read worthwhile books. Enjoy immersion in the world of imagination, feel the emotions of the characters or learn something new for yourself, make an fascinating discovery.

Michael Wallis The Golden Quill
  • Book:
    The Golden Quill
  • Author:
  • Publisher:
    Michael Wallis
  • Genre:
  • Year:
    2020
  • Rating:
    3 / 5
  • Favourites:
    Add to favourites
  • Your mark:
    • 60
    • 1
    • 2
    • 3
    • 4
    • 5

The Golden Quill: summary, description and annotation

We offer to read an annotation, description, summary or preface (depends on what the author of the book "The Golden Quill" wrote himself). If you haven't found the necessary information about the book — write in the comments, we will try to find it.

For more than a third of a century, three old women, known by many names over the millennia, but most commonly referred to as the Fates, have had total power over mankind. They have been busy, fiendishly initiating conflict and misfortune. Such is the will of the all-seeing, all-knowing Fates. No simple undertaking can change the dismal state of affairs, and no ordinary people, either.

At the heart of a defiant scheme to counter fates trespasses is a special pair of siblings and a mystical object. One of the siblings must have the ability to manipulate the Golden Quill, a supernatural feather used to literally write a better future for all. The other sibling requires the physical prowess to protect both the Writer and the age-old implement.

The arduous search for such an exceptional duo ends at this storys beginning. Cassandra and Zuzanna Merit have been identified as the best candidates for success. Gifted though they are, nothing should be taken for granted. Their quirky sense of humour and mischievous (bordering on devious!) ways are already cause for concern. Time will tell if their shared and individual traits will help or hinder the adventures upon which collective and individual free will depend.

If these talented teens are to turn the tide of history, they will have to overcome extraordinary obstacles in mythical places and dream spaces. The fight for tomorrow begins today.

Where there is a will, there is a way.

Michael Wallis: author's other books


Who wrote The Golden Quill? Find out the surname, the name of the author of the book and a list of all author's works by series.

The Golden Quill — read online for free the complete book (whole text) full work

Below is the text of the book, divided by pages. System saving the place of the last page read, allows you to conveniently read the book "The Golden Quill" online for free, without having to search again every time where you left off. Put a bookmark, and you can go to the page where you finished reading at any time.

Light

Font size:

Reset

Interval:

Bookmark:

Make
FOR BIANCA AND KATIA
WHERE THERES A WILL THERES AWAY

THE GOLDENQUILL

CHAPTER 1
DARK VERSUS LIGHT

The corridor is as darkas it is long and almost square. The longest auburn hair onZuzannas head skims along the ceiling while her fully extendedfingertips barely reach the walls on each side. She is in acobblestone shaft, heading downward on a gradual slope, andadvancing on a flickering flame in the distance.

Snatches of yellow andgold shimmer and dance on the brick-patterned surfaces. A currentof air tugs at Zuzannas white cotton nightgown, giving her theappearance of a hyacinth in bloom. A cascade of goosebumps spreadsacross her dainty frame. She is cold, but there is no stopping. Thelights allure is simply stronger than her will toresist.

Like a mothto the flame , Zuzanna thinks. Seems Ive got the intelligence of abug.

Maybe thatswhy youre so good at moth-ematics! Achuckle comes from behind and a hand larger than hers grabshold.

Cassandra!You scared me. I thought I was alone.

No, Zuzu, Imhere too. Do you really think Id let you go anywhere without me?Where are we, anyway?

No idea, butthat light over there wants to be followed. Theres somethingplayful about it.

What a weirdplace, even for a dream.

Whose dreamis it, anyway?

Lets sayits mine, so I can go first! Cassandracannot help her dominance; it is in her nature.

Lets sayits yours because youre the weird one in the family! Zuzanna is only half-joking.

Cassandra ticklesZuzannas waist, setting her off balance. Her tactic works, andCassandra jumps ahead of her younger sibling. She would not have itany other way, and Zuzanna does not mind a bit. While different inalmost every wayheight, features, temperament, andabilitiesCassandra and Zuzanna are complementary colours in thespectrum of life.

This placesure is messed up, Zuzanna. Only your pickled brain could producesomething like this.

Cassandras mane ofgarnet red hair, only rarely set free from a confining ponytail,leads the way. Zuzanna cannot see around her sisters muscularframe and is content to be led blindly.

I cant seeCassandra. Whats going on?

I think weregaining on it, Zuz.

When Cassandra stops,Zuzannas thimble-size nose and blue eyes peer around her sisterswaist. Hovering in the centre of the tunnel, the light radiatesmore broadly than ever. The girls remain motionless.

I think itswaiting for us. What do you think?

Neither is comfortablewith the situation, but Cassandra is especially bothered. Shouldersretracted, green eyes fixed on the target, and eyebrows furled,Cassandra is doing her best to intimidate and scan the surroundingsfor a trap at the same time.

Zuzannas body is relaxedeven though her mind is in overdrive. No matter whose dream it is,countless sources of wonderment catch her attention. She may besmall in stature, but Zuzanna is spectacularly curious.

Both girls watch as acrescent moon materializes beside the light, gradually taking theform of a half-lit face. Wisps of short hair and a long neck rootedin square shoulders suggest that this is the head of a sender,young man. Cassandra spreads her arm to shield her sister from ananticipated threat. Zuzanna, by contrast, is ready to extend herhand to the stranger in peace.

Who isit?

More likewhat is it. Must be some kind of freak for hanging around thisplace.

Uh...thats not saying much for us.

Just be onyour guard, will you.

Oh,Cassandra! Dont be such a worry wart.

The light, now clearly atorch, the kind that conjures images of treasure-seekers andmummies in crypts, rotates around a slender body. A silhouettedhand beckons. Cassandra and Zuzanna are shuffling hand in handtoward their mystic host when all of a sudden, the arm holding thetorch drops like a hammer.

Flicker! Flash! Flutter!The girls senses are overcome by an explosion of energy. The floorgives out beneath their feet. Cassandra instinctively grabs hersister around the waist and grasps for something... anything,but it is too late. They fall.

The landing jars thegirls. They have been ejected from the Dreamworld into anotherplace. But where? Their mouths gasp for air, eyes strain in the lowlight, and hands flutter in all directions like panickedpigeons.

Covers? Pillows? TheMerit sisters find themselves back in their shared bedroom, safeand physically unharmed despite the violence of the fall. In shock,they cling to one another without communicating. Reason cannotexplain the events that just transpired, just as words cannotconvey the comfort of family.

CHAPTER 2
THE UNWITTING AUDITION

20150723-ENCRYPTED

C:\TEXT FILE222

File Name: RareFlowers

Dear MadameBeatrice,

Two rare flowers of remarkable quality growundetected in this modern world. They are Cassandra and ZuzannaMerit, self-described best sisters. Two closer people would behard to imagine, yet they rarely speak to one another.

When sittingat the family dinner table, the girls talk only for appearancessake. The same is true when riding the bus or spending time withmutual friends. For everything else, they use a unique way ofcommunicating that they have come to call pushing. Thoughperfected through childs play, pushing is more of a gift than agame. With no more force than that required to click send on a smartphone,the girls push their thoughts back and forth like text messages.

As you will soon learnthrough my resourceful report, this different way of connecting hasa lot to do with the girls specialness. After two years of devotedservice to this cause, Im delighted to announce that thesesiblings are the most exceptional pair encountered to date. When itcomes to Cassandra and Zuzanna, there is definitely more than meetsthe eyeand the ear, if you get my meaning.

Seeing isnt alwaysbelieving, and of course, believing isnt always seeing. What Imean to say is that things are seldom as they appear. This truthaccounts for the high degree of difficulty in my painstaking workas I do the needful.

You know, in Pakistan,where I came to life, praise be to God, there is a proverb thatsays: careful plans lead to advantage, while those made in hastelead to waste. Despite the incredible weight of myresponsibilities, I carry out my tasks with great care andconcentration. Im your loyal representative, and to fail would bethe same as to give up. I could never accept this. Every aspect ofmy being resents the notion. And this is why I work quickly, butthoroughly and with purpose, in the same manner as a devoted doctorprovides careful treatment to one patient, knowing that many morewait beyond the examination room door. Weighty pressures mustnt bepermitted to affect the quality of my work.

I shake my head at thepossibility that I might just have missed this fantasticopportunity, had I been a less capable servant. Had I overlookeddetails, or failed to properly identify the cause behind thestrange things happening around Cassandra and Zuzanna, thisdiscovery would not have happened.

Of course, the strangehappenings are what interest you most, so I shall stop carrying onabout myself and get to the heart of the matter.

Allow me to start withthe very thing that first caught my attention. Im referring toloud fits of laughter without cause. Anyone but those whove losttheir senses (and their nurses) would find this behaviour abnormal.One doesnt just explode into laughter. And yet with Cassandra andZuzanna, such is the case. Their laughing fits erupt withoutwarning. Understandably, the explosions can be unsettling to peoplein the house, particularly the aged housekeeper. Her health suffersas a result, or so she claims, possibly with the hope of guiltingthese creatures into a more acceptable comportment. When she isstartled, her false teeth have been known to fly across the room.Cassandra and Zuzanna find this funny; their caretaker does not.With much drama, Regina often laments: You girls are going to giveme a heart attack.

Next page
Light

Font size:

Reset

Interval:

Bookmark:

Make

Similar books «The Golden Quill»

Look at similar books to The Golden Quill. We have selected literature similar in name and meaning in the hope of providing readers with more options to find new, interesting, not yet read works.


Reviews about «The Golden Quill»

Discussion, reviews of the book The Golden Quill and just readers' own opinions. Leave your comments, write what you think about the work, its meaning or the main characters. Specify what exactly you liked and what you didn't like, and why you think so.