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" So this is a story about light and goodness and Truth with a capital T. It's about beauty, and resurrection, and redemption. But for those things to ring true in a child's heart, the storyteller has to be honest. He has to acknowledge that sometimes when the hall light goes out and the bedroom goes dark, the world is a scary place. He has to nod his head to the presence of all the sadness in the world; children know it's there from a very young age, and I wonder sometimes if that's why babies cry. He has to admit that sometimes characters make bad choices, because every child has seen their parent angry or irritable or deceitful--even the best people in our lives are capable of evil.
But of course the storyteller can't stop there. He has to show in the end there is a Great Good in the world (and beyond it). Sometimes it is necessary to paint the sky black in order to show how beautiful is the prick of light. Gather all the wickedness in the universe into its loudest shriek and God hears it as a squeak at best. And that is a comforting thought. When a child reads the last sentence of my stories, I hope he or she drifts to sleep with a glow in their hearts and a warmth in their bones, believing that all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well. "
― Andrew Peterson , On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness (The Wingfeather Saga, #1)
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" As hard as he tried not to think about it, the nursery rhyme that had terrified children in the land of Skree for years sang in his head, and he lay there in the pale moonlight, his lips barely moving. Lo, beyond the River Blapp The Carriage comes, the Carriage Black By shadowed steed with shadowed tack And shadowed driver driving Child, pray the Maker let you sleep When comes the Carriage down your street Lest all your dreams be dreams of teeth And Carriages arriving To wrest you from your berth and bower In deepest night and darkest hour Across the sea to frozen tower Where Gnag the Nameless pounds you At Castle Throg across the span, A world away from kith and clan You’ll weep at how your woes began The night the shadows bound you Away, beyond the River Blapp, The Carriage came, the Carriage Black By shadowed steed with shadowed tack The night the Carriage found you "
― Andrew Peterson , On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness (The Wingfeather Saga, #1)