by Pearl North
“But you don’t think about tomorrow when people are feeding surplus grain to pigs and dogs. So when people are starving to death in the streets, you don’t think about emptying storehouses to feed them. People die and you say It’s not my fault, it’s the harvest. How is this any different from stabbing someone to death and saying It’s not me, it’s the sword? Stop blaming harvests, and people everywhere under Heaven will come flocking to you.” Mencius, Mencius, translated by David Hinton. Washington, D.C.: Counterpoint, 1998.
“On the contrary, I’ve found that there is always some beauty left—in nature, sunshine, freedom, in yourself; these can all help you. Look at these things, then you find yourself again, and God, and then you regain your balance.” Anne Frank, Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl. New York: Bantam Books, 1952.
CHAPTER 6
“Come with me, my love, come away. For the long wet months are past, the rains have fed the earth and left it bright with blossoms. Birds wing in the low sky, dove and songbird singing in the open air above. Each nourishing tree and vine, green fig and tender grape, green and tender fragrance. Come with me, my love, come away.” The Song of Songs, translated by Marica Falk. San Francisco: HarperSanFrancisco, 1973.
CHAPTER 7
“Was this the best thing that had ever happened to him, or the worst?” Nina Kiriki Hoffman, Catalyst. San Francisco: Tachyon Publications, 2006.
“The cloak-and-dagger protocols, the risk of capture, and the soaring view from the windows of Joe’s home could not have been better designed to appeal to the mind of an eleven-year-old boy who spent large parts of every day pretending to pose as the secret identity of a super-powered humanoid insect.” Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay. New York: Picador U.S.A., 2000.
“Eventually, something would have to be done about his hands.” Mary Doria Russell, The Sparrow. New York: Fawcett Columbine, 1996.
CHAPTER 20
“Moving cautiously, she continued down the street. No rubbish cluttered the gutters here; no cars were parked at the curb.” Pat Murphy, The City, Not Long After. New York: Bantam Books, 1989.
“Declining the bridge, they took the Mickle Boulevard exit and looped east into the city’s bleak, rubbled heart.” James Morrow, Only Begotten Daughter. New York: Ace Books, 1990.
“Already we have gone out of our depth.” Judith Gleason, Oya, In Praise of the Goddess. Boston: Shambala, 1987.
“‘You’ve never been this far outside before, have you?’ he said at last.” Elizabeth Hand, Winterlong. New York: Bantam Books, 1990.
“In this freedom, they ride the waves of birth and death in perfect peace.” Thich Nhat Hanh, Understanding Our Mind. Berkeley: Parallax Press, 2006.
“We made so many deviations up and down lanes, and were such a long time delivering a bedstead at a public-house, and calling at other places, that I was quite tired, and very glad, when we saw Yarmouth.” Charles Dickens, David Copperfield. New York: Bantam, 1850.
TOR BOOKS BY PEARL NORTH
Libyrinth
The Boy from Ilysies
The Book of the Night
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
The Book of the Night is Pearl North’s third young-adult novel. She is the author of Libyrinth and The Boy from Ilysies, the first two books in her Libyrinth trilogy. She has also written science fiction and fantasy for adults under another name. She lives near Detroit, Michigan.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
THE BOOK OF THE NIGHT
Copyright © 2012 by Pearl North
All rights reserved.
Cover art by Mélanie Delon
Edited by James Frenkel
A Tor Teen Book
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ISBN 978-0-7653-2098-8 (hardcover)
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First Edition: September 2012