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We Were Hunted
04:02
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"He was not a talkative man, but she knew her father loved her by contrast to his treatment of the rest of the world. He touched her hands as if she were made of both glass and electricity. There was an unspoken closeness between them, but her loyalty came from her private concern for him, her longing to understand his deeply mysterious and sad nature. It was enough to make her forfeit summer trips with friends in high school even when the thought of his dank cabin and his perpetually sun-burned face felt like no fun at all."
--Excerpt from the correlating short story, "We Were Hunted" written by Joan Tick and Illustrated by Maude Black.
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White Wake
03:28
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"He eventually fell in love with a girl who was blind in one eye. The eye roamed as if it belonged to another person living in a different body. It seemed to be watching a different world with other people coming and going. He sometimes imagined that the eye could see into the past."
--Excerpt from the correlating short story, "White Wake" written by Joan Tick and illustrated by Maude Black
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Arrowheads
03:59
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"Hold out your hand. Your hand is so soft! It’s a good hand for holding this because you are young and what I’m about to give you is very, very old. Here are the instructions, though, for handling. First, I am a magician and you are my assistant. You are really more than an assistant. This is just a cover up because, of course, you are actually a very important spy. You need a name. Do you have a name already for the job? Let’s call you Dr. Arms. Okay, Dr. Arms, hold out your hand. Close your eyes. Now, guess what I have placed in the palm of your hand. Can you guess? Yes, it is light. Not heave at all! I already said it is very old. Yes, that’s right. It’s quite cool. A bit hard, but not compared to diamonds. Oh, I’m giving you too many clues. I’ll say it is precious and there is only one in the entire world. Have you got an idea yet? I can see you are enjoying it quite a bit, you must know what it is! Hey, wait a second, Dr. Arms! You can’t do that. Hey come back! This is my trick! Dr. Arms. Oh, no. Please come back. "
--Excerpt from the correlating short story, "Arrowheads No. 2" written by Joan Tick and illustrated by Maude Black
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Shapeless
03:12
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"The absence of light was not the only strange thing that had happened to the world. Before they lost the sun, men, women and children were becoming disfigured. Limbs were shrinking and growing to grotesque sizes. A woman’s head grew so large she had to push it around in a shopping cart. A man’s hand expanded like a balloon until he was able to sleep on it. He did say, however, that it was the best sleep he ever had. There were other odd occurrences. In Pakistan, a teenage boy turned into the shape of a triangle. In Japan, a little girl whose mouth turned into an endless source of fresh water fish became a town commodity. The cause for these transformations was unknown."
--Excerpt from the correlating short story, "Shapeless" written by Joan Tick and illustrated by Maude Black.
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My Feather
04:03
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"Rakos are creatures that live deep in the jungle and although they are known to hunt and kill people, there have been no incidents or sighting for an entire generation. The last villager to have seen a Rako is Boona’s grandfather. In fact, people have started to think Rakos no longer exist. This makes the village feel a little safer because to be killed by a Rako is to die the most painful death.
If a Rako spits in your eye, its poison causes your skin to sprout thousands of long, razor-sharp quills. It is bad enough to be covered in quills, but that’s just the beginning. One by one they come alive. They grow long and hysterical before twisting back to stab you. People who have been killed by Rakos look like bloody pin cushions and usually by the time someone finds them, jungle ants have eaten away what is left of their face. This often gives children nightmares, but not Boona."
--Excerpt from he correlating short story, "My Feather" written by Joan Tick and illustrated by Maude Black.
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Rainbow
03:46
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"The sun shines white against a glass current. The birds rise with bliss in their voices. In all its familiar beauty, the sight of morning is nightmarish. Years ago, she used to come here to swim in the early morning from her favorite starting point--the rock bed that jetted out across the water to where it was deep enough to dive.
She once swam during a heavy rainstorm, which did not frighten her then. She sank below the surface of the water where she felt the joyful division of two worlds taking place. The pelting rain overhead and the calm silence below became a dream world and a waking world living side by side. When the rain stopped, she was still swimming downstream. She floated on her back as gigantic silver clouds traveled with her in the same direction."
--Excerpt from the correlating short story, "Rainbow No.1" written by Joan Tick and illustrated by Maude Black.
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