For Darkness Shows the Stars

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Authors: Diana Peterfreund

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For Darkness Shows the Stars

 

DIANA PETERFREUND

 

For my mother, who loves Jane Austen as much as I do,
And my daughter, who I hope someday will.

Contents

 

Cover

Title Page

Dedication

 

PART I - The Unbroken Engine

    Twelve Years Ago

    One

    Eleven Years Ago

    Two

    Nine Years Ago

    Three

    Four

    Four Years Ago

    Five

    Six

    Five Years Ago

    Seven

    Five Years Ago

    Eight

    Nine

    Four Years Ago

    Ten

    Eight Years Ago

    Eleven

    Twelve

    Four Years Ago

    Thirteen

 

PART II - Icarus Also Flew

    One Year Ago

    Fourteen

    Fifteen

    Sixteen

    Four Years Ago

    Seventeen

    Eighteen

    Eight Years Ago

    Nineteen

    Twenty

    Twenty-one

    Seven Years Ago

    Twenty-two

    Twenty-three

    Five Years Ago

    Twenty-four

    Twenty-five

 

PART III - True North

    Four Years Ago

    Twenty-six

    Twenty-seven

    Ten Years Ago

    Twenty-eight

    Twenty-nine

    Six Years Ago

    Thirty

    Thirty-one

    Thirty-two

    Six Years Ago

    Thirty-three

    Thirty-four

    Thirty-five

    Eight Years Ago

    Thirty-six

    Thirty-seven

    Thirty-eight

    Four Years Ago

    Thirty-nine

    Forty

    Forty-one

    Forty-two

    Now

    Forty-three

Acknowledgments

 

About the Author

Also by Diana Peterfreund

Credits

Copyright

About the Publisher

There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.

—J
ANE
A
USTEN
,
P
ERSUASION

Dear Kai,

My name is Elliot, and I am six years old and live in the big house. Everyone says your smarter than me but I know I am the smartest. I bet you can’t even read this letter.

Your friend,

Elliot North

    

 

Dear Elliot,

I can so read and write. I red your letter and your not so smart. Your just
ritch
rich. You get tutors in the big house. My da teaches me to read after we work for your da all day long. So I can read and I can fix a tractor too. I bet you can’t.

Your friend,

Kai

    

 

Dear Kai,

You are very nice. Thank you for teaching me how to change the tractor tire today. It was realy fun, but my mother got mad about the mud on my dress. Don’t wory I didn’t tell her. I hope you like this book. It is one of my favorites.

Your friend (now I feel like I really mean it!),

Elliot

    

 

Dear Elliot,

Thank you for the book. Your right, it’s really good. My favorite part was the story about Jason and his
adentures
adventures on the ship. I would like to be an Argonaut. Or even Jason. Do you know they used to build ships like that right here?

Your friend,

Kai

P.S. If you want to come back to the barn, I will show you more about the tractor.

    

 

Dear Kai,

Yes, I know about the ships. That was my granfather who did that, when he was younger. They call him the Boatwright, but his name is Elliot too, just like me, and my mother says he was the smartest man on the whole island. But he’s been sick for a long time.

I have bad news. My sister Tatiana told on me about the tractor, and now my father says you can’t come to the big house. So from now on, if you want to rite write me a letter then fold it up and put it in the knot in the board write next to the barn door. I’ll come by and get it.

Your friend,

Elliot

    

 

Dear Elliot,

That is nice about your grandfather. I don’t know mine. My da says he was Reduced. He says both his ma and da were Reduced, and that they died a long time ago.

I hope you like this letter. If you fold it up exactly like I had it, it will fly on its own. It’s an air glider. I can teach you how to do it if you ever come see me again. I know your da said I can’t come to the big house, but he didn’t say you can’t come to the barn.

Your friend,

Kai

    

 

Dear Kai,

I am sorry I couldn’t come to see you. I hope you like my glider. It’s like yours but I think it flies even farther.

I am also sorry to hear about your grandparents. Is it strange to think you come from people who are Reduced?

I would like to come back to the barn. My father goes to Channel City every month and I think it’s best if I come when he’s gone. He usualy takes Tatiana too, so she can’t tell on me.

Your friend,

Elliot

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