Stardust
Neil Gaiman
Language: English
Pages: 288
ISBN: 0061689246
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Catch a fallen star . . .
Tristran thorn promised to bring back a fallen star. So he sets out on a journey to fulfill the request of his beloved, the hauntingly beautiful Victoria Forester—and stumbles into the enchanted realm that lies beyond the wall of his English country town. Rich with adventure and magic, Stardust is one of master storyteller Neil Gaiman's most beloved tales, and the inspiration for the hit movie.
your thumb, and rubies the size of wren’s eggs. “I would go to Africa, and bring you diamonds the size of cricket balls. I would find the source of the Nile and name it after you. “I would go to America—all the way to San Francisco, to the gold-fields, and I would not come back until I had your weight in gold. Then I would carry it back here, and lay it at your feet. “I would travel to the distant northlands did you but say the word, and slay the mighty polar bears, and bring you back their
stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity. He imagined he could see the very faces of the stars; pale, they were, and smiling gently, as if they had spent so much time above the world, watching the scrambling and the joy and the pain of the people below them, that they could not help being amused every time another little human believed itself the center of its world, as each of us does. And then it came to Tristran that he was dreaming, and he walked into his
man’s bead-black eyes glittered. “Are you sure?” “Yes, sir. Through that copse and up a little way to the right. That’s where the path is.” “How do you know?” asked the man. “I know,” replied Tristran. “Right. Come on!” And the little man took his burden and ran, slowly enough that Tristran, his leather bag swinging and banging against his legs, his heart pounding, his breath coming in gasps, was able to keep up. “No! Not that way. Over to the left!” shouted Tristran. Branches and thorns
it chimed and glistened. After some time spent searching for it, Mr. Hempstock and Dunstan’s father found the stall where the crystal flowers were being sold; but the stall was being run by an elderly woman, accompanied by an exotic and very beautiful bird, which was chained to its perch by a thin silver chain. There was no reasoning with the old woman, for when they tried to question her about what had happened to Dunstan, all her talk was of one of the prizes of her collection, given away by a
they seemed far more inclined to believe me. All too often I write to find out what I think about a subject, not because I already know. My next novel is, for me, a way of trying to pin down myths - modern myths, and the old myths, together, on the huge and puzzling canvas that is the North American continent. It has a working title of American Gods (which is not what the book was meant to be called, but what it is about). It’s about the gods that people brought with them as they