By Terry Pratchett
When an enormous wave destroys his village, Mau is the single one left. Daphne—a vacationer from the opposite part of the globe—is the only real survivor of a shipwreck. Separated by means of language and customs, the 2 are united via disaster. Slowly, they're joined by means of different refugees. And as they try to guard the small band, Mau and Daphne defy ancestral spirits, problem dying himself, and discover a long-hidden mystery that actually turns the realm upside down.
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The wave had left at the back of fish and dirt and crabs, to the pride of the leg-of-pork birds and the grey ravens and, in fact, the grandfather birds. The island was once jam-packed with birds this morning. Birds Mau had by no means visible prior to have been squabbling with the established, daily ones. And there have been humans, tangled in damaged branches, part buried in dust and leaves, simply one other a part of the ruined global. It took him a couple of lengthy seconds to gain what he was once , to determine that what he had proposal used to be a damaged department used to be an arm. He appeared round slowly and learned why there have been such a lot of birds, and why they have been battling. He ran. His legs took him and he ran, screaming out names, up the lengthy slope, earlier the decrease fields, that have been coated with particles, prior the better plantations, too excessive even for the wave, and nearly to the sides of the woodland. And there he heard his personal voice, echoing again from the cliffs. nobody. yet there has to be someone…. yet they'd all been ready, for somebody who used to be now not a boy yet had but to turn into a guy. He walked as much as the Women’s Place—totally forbidden for any guy, of course—and risked a brief peek in the course of the monstrous hedge that surrounded the gardens, untouched up the following through the water. yet he observed not anything relocating, and no voice referred to as out in resolution to his cry. they'd been ready at the seashore. He may perhaps see all of them so truly in his brain, speaking and guffawing and dancing in circles round the hearth, yet there has been no silver line, not anything to drag them again. that they had been watching for the recent guy. The wave should have hit them like a hammer. As he went go into reverse to the fields, he grabbed a damaged department and flailed ineffectively on the birds. there have been our bodies all around the quarter simply above the scoured position the place the village have been. initially they have been not easy to work out, tangled as they have been with particles and as grey because the ashen dust. He’d need to contact them. that they had to be moved. The pigs might come down quickly. the idea of pigs eating—No! there has been a few brightness at the back of the clouds within the east. How may well that be? one other evening had handed? Had he slept? the place had he been? yet tiredness definitely had him now. He dragged a few leafy branches up opposed to an immense rock for safeguard, crawled within, and felt the grey of the dust and the rain and the bruised-looking sky sneak in silently and fill him up and shut over him. And Mau dreamed. It needed to be a dream. He felt himself develop into humans. one in every of them, a grey physique made up of dust, started to search for the our bodies that the wave hadn’t taken. It did this conscientiously and as lightly because it may, whereas the opposite Mau stayed deep inside of, curled in a ball, doing the dreaming. And who am I, doing this? idea the grey Mau. Who am I now? i'm turn into like Locaha, measuring the contours of loss of life. greater be him than be Mau, in this day…because here's a physique. And Mau won't see it, elevate it, or check out its eyes, simply because he'll pass mad, so i'll do it for him. And this one has a face Mau has obvious on a daily basis of his existence, yet i can't allow him see it now.