the well written - cornelia funke

Blue as the evening sky, blue as cranesbill flowers, blue as the lips of drowned
men and the heart of a blaze burning with too hot a flame. Yes, sometimes it
was hot in this world, too. Hot and cold, light and dark, terrible and beautiful,
it was everything all at once. It wasn't true that you felt nothing in the land of
Death. You felt and heard and smelled and saw, but your heart remained
strangely calm, as if it were resting before the dance began again.

Peace. Was that the word?

- Cornelia Funke, Inkdeath

By Helen Sewell