from Chapter 8 in The 13 Clocks by James Thurber, illustrated by Marc Simont
"Keep warm," he said. "Ride close together. Remember laughter. You'll need it even in the blessed isles of Ever After."
from Chapter 8 in The 13 Clocks by James Thurber, illustrated by Marc Simont The Duke's loud laughter rang the shields.
"Hagga weeps no more," he said. "Hagga has no tears. She did not even weep when she was told about the children locked up in my tower." "I hated that," said Hark. "I liked it," said the Duke. "No child can sleep in my camellias." from Chapter 7 in The 13 Clocks by James Thurber, illustrated by Marc Simont Even as they watched, the light and color died. The diamonds dimmed, the emeralds went out, and the jewels of Hagga's laughter turned to tears, with a little sound like sighing.
from Chapter 6 in The 13 Clocks by James Thurber, illustrated by Marc Simont "Lo, the maid has freed my foot," the King exulted, seeing that she had, "but it is numb, and feels like someone else's foot, not mine." The maiden took off his shoe and rubbed his foot, until it felt like his and he could put it down. And for her kindness the grateful King gave her the power to weep jewels when she wept, instead of tears.
from Chapter 5 in The 13 Clocks by James Thurber, illustrated by Marc Simont Photo taken at The Lady Next Door, Warren RI "Time is wasting, Prince," the Duke reminded him. "Already you have only eight and ninety hours. I wish you every strangest kind of luck." A wide oak door suddenly opened at the end of the room, and the Prince saw lightning and midnight and falling rain.
from Chapter 4 in The 13 Clocks by James Thurber, illustrated by Marc Simont |
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