Welcome to The Friday 56, a weekly meme hosted by Freda's Voice.
These are the rules:
1. Grab a book, any book.
2. Turn to page 56, or 56% on your eReader.
3. Find any sentence (or a few, just don't spoil it) that grabs you.
4. Post it.
5. Add the URL to your post in the link on Freda's most recent Friday 56 post.
I'm also taking part in Book Beginnings, a weekly meme hosted by Rose City Reader. The rules are pretty simple - you share the first sentence or so and your initial thoughts, impressions, or whatever else it inspires. Don't forget to link up your post's url with Rose City Reader.
There are things that upset us. That's not quite what we're talking about here, though. I'm thinking rather about those images and words or ideas that drop like trapdoors beneath us, throwing us out of our safe, sane world into a place much more dark and less welcoming. Our hearts skip a ratatat drumbeat in our chests, and we fight for breath. Blood retreats from our faces and our fingers, leaving us pale and gasping and shocked. (From the Introduction p. xi)
"They say that the cave makes you evil: that each time you visit it, each time you enter to take gold, it eats the good in your soul, so they do not enter."
"And is that true? Does it make you evil?"
"...No. The cave feeds on something else. Not good and evil. Not really. You can take your gold, but afterwards, things are"--he paused--"things are flat. There is less beauty in a rainbow, less meaning in a sermon, less joy in a kiss..." He looked at the cave mouth and I thought I saw fear in his eyes. "Less." (From "The Truth is a Cave in the Black Mountains" p. 56)