The place in her, though, where her tears should have come from, was rough and dry. No, she didn't find any tears in herself to cry for the storyteller.The storyteller didn't exist anymore.

~ Antonia Michaelis

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There are fewer answers in the world than questions, and if you ask me now why that is so, I must tell you that there is no answer to that question.

~ Antonia Michaelis

Antonia Michaelis Abel Tannatek Book The Storyteller

She had taught herself how to knit, and for the mare's scarf - it was green - she had given herself the best grade possible. And ...''That's silly!' Micha giggled. 'Well, who is the cliff queen, you or me?' Abel asked. 'It isn't my fault if you're giving yourself grades!

~ Antonia Michaelis

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Abel was brushing the snow off his parka while Micha was dancing around him, still balancing the plate of cookies, singing, 'We're staying, we're staying, we're staying overnight! We're drying! We're drying! We're drying on the line!

~ Antonia Michaelis

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