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When a giant wave destroys his village, Mau is the only one left. Daphne—a traveler from the other side of the globe—is the sole survivor of a shipwreck. Separated by language and customs, the two are united by catastrophe. Slowly, they are joined by other refugees. And as they struggle to protect the small band, Mau and Daphne defy ancestral spirits, challenge death himself, and uncover a long-hidden secret that literally turns the world upside down.
Terry Pratchett Nation For Lyn Contents How Imo Made the World Chapter 1 The Plague Chapter 2 The New World Chapter 3 Calenture Chapter 4 Bargains, Covenants, and Promises Chapter 5 The Milk That Happens Chapter 6 A Star Is Born Chapter 7 Diving for Gods Chapter 8 It Takes a Lifetime to Learn How to Die Chapter 9 Rolling the Stone Chapter 10 Believing Is Seeing Chapter 11 Crimes and Punishments Chapter 12 Cannon and Politics
this world to Locaha!” roared Mau. “Let him ask forgiveness of the dead. Let him ask forgiveness of me. But don’t tell me that I am supposed to thank the gods that I’m alive to remember that everyone else died!” Someone was shaking Mau, but it seemed to be happening to another person, a long way off. “Stop this! You’re making the baby cry!” Mau stared at Daphne’s furious face. “Baby, food,” she said insistently. Her meaning was very clear, even if he didn’t understand the actual words. Did she
and a stick man, standing side by side on a big canoe, which he knew was called a boat. And when he watched her, he thought: She does it, too. She sees the silver line into the future, and tries to pull herself toward it. The fire crackled in the distance, sending sparks up toward the red evening sky. There wasn’t much wind today, and the smoke rose to the clouds. “He will come, whatever you think. The Rogation Sunday Islands are much too far away. The wave could never reach them. And if it
wanted to lie down, but there was no time for that. He needed to get back, he needed to find ou— “Grandfathers?” he said under his breath. “Tell me what to do! I do not know the chants, I do not know the songs, but just once, help me! I need a chart for the world, I need a map!” There was no reply. Perhaps they were just tired, but they couldn’t be more tired than he was. How tiring was it, being dead? At least you could lie down. “Mau?” Milo rumbled, behind him. “What is happening here? Why
another bath, because, believe me, this is a two-bath head. And then I wish I was dead. I think this is the worst thing”—she paused, because, yes, there had been something worse, and always would be, and went on—“the second-worst thing that has ever happened to me.” Mau crouched down beside her. “Men’s Place,” he said, grinning. “Yes, it looks like one,” snapped Daphne. She stared at Mau. “How are you?” Mau’s brow wrinkled, and she knew that one wasn’t going to work. They had got a language