Atlas: The Story of Pa Salt (The Seven Sisters #8)

by Lucinda Riley

Even though I do my best to remember him, it is so many years since I last saw him and he is fading from my mind

I know from experience how both locks and promises can be so easily broken. I promise on your beloved mother’s life that I shall return for you . . . Pray for me, wait for me . . . I am shaking my head, trying to lose the memory of Papa’s last words to me. Yet somehow, even though others I wish to recall float like dandelion seeds away from my brain’s grasp the minute I try to harness them, that sentence will not budge whatever I do.

‘Perhaps it is not a coincidence, no. Things rarely are.’

‘Coincidence means only that there is a connection waiting to be discovered, after all.’

you have walked into the darkness without a candle before, and at the end of your journey, found a light.

‘If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are going’ – Laozi.

What was that thing he always said? About chess?’ ‘Lose pieces wisely,’

Without you I am Torn into pieces Of cosmic dust The stars are black The night is endless The Pleiades weep The light is now gone My life is now gone I am In bed alone My world is ended.

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‘No hope is false, Atlas. Hope is a choice. Hope means hoping even when things seem hopeless. Choose to be hopeful, and amazing things can happen.’

‘You can never be lost as long as you can see the stars, Atlas.’

The North Star moves in a small circle around the celestial pole. Because it appears stationary in the night sky, you will always be able to find your way.’