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One little bird, however, performs a migratory feat reminiscent of birds’ wintering-on-the-moon days: starting out from Alaska, the blackpoll warbler flies three thousand miles east to Nova Scotia. There he gorges himself on webworms and sawflies and gets fat while waiting for a strong northwest wind to blow him off his twig out over the Atlantic O
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The oldest among them, the humble elder, a tall, stooped man worn fine as a clean, well-used rag by his years of service, so that the mildness of his temperament shone through all his looks and gestures,
Sofia Samatar • The Practice, the Horizon, and the Chain
daughter? Was she the bird trying to batter its way free, or was she the cage?
Celeste Ng • Little Fires Everywhere: The New York Times Top Ten Bestseller
I think I realised quite a long time ago that the demon isn’t necessarily linked to God; it’s not the antithesis of human, or of the soul. It is just a different animal, which has a different diet to humans. I’ve heard of a crustacean that eats just the corneas of sharks, until the sharks are blinded, and butterflies in the Amazon that drink the te
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Stories are how we keep our collective history alive.
Kate Tellers • How to Tell a Story: The Essential Guide to Memorable Storytelling from The Moth
A large, pale moth fluted around the room and alighted on the rim of the lampshade, imprinting its shadow on the wall. I reached over to flick it away, but my hand was stayed by a voice in my head. The souls of the people we once loved, come to watch over us.
The House Of Doors, Tan Twan Eng
For swiftly to be extinguished is that race, whose only heir but so much as impends upon a deed of shame. And some deed of shame, or something most dubious and most dark, is in thy soul, or else some belying specter, with a cloudy, shame-faced front, sat at yon seat but now!