Wings (Bromeliad Trilogy Book 3)
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In a world whose seasons are defined by Christmas sales and Spring Fashions, hundreds of tiny nomes live in the corners and crannies of a human-run department store. They have made their homes beneath the floorboards for generations and no longer remember—or even believe in—life beyond the Store walls.
Until the day a small band of nomes arrives at the Store from the Outside. Led by a young nome named Masklin, the Outsiders carry a mysterious black box (called the Thing), and they deliver devastating news: In twenty-one days, the Store will be destroyed.
Now all the nomes must learn to work together, and they must learn to think—and to think BIG.
Part satire, part parable, and part adventure story par excellence, master storyteller Terry Pratchett's conclusion of the engaging Bromeliad trilogy traces the nomes' flight and search for safety, a search that leads them to discover their own astonishing origins and takes them beyond their wildest dreams.
personal heaven. “It was just that . . . do you know it’s even blue below us? It’s like there’s no ground down there at all! And—” “If the Thing tries any more flying lessons, we might all find out if that’s true,” said Masklin gloomily. “So let’s just sit down and be quiet, shall we?” They sat in silence for a while, under the seat. Then Gurder said, “That human has got a hole in his sock.” “What about it?” said Angalo. “Dunno, really. It’s just that you never think of humans as having
triumphant grin. “Well, he believed in you, too! How about that?” And Masklin folded up, very gently. 11 THE SHIP: The machine used by nomes to leave Earth. We don’t yet know everything about it, but since it was built by nomes using SCIENCE, we will. From A Scientific Encyclopedia for the Inquiring Young Nome by Angalo de Haberdasheri THE RAMP WOUND in. The doorway shut. The Ship rose in the air until it was high above the buildings. And it stayed there while the sun set. The
said. Gurder looked sheepish. “Yes. Well. That was then. This is now. I don’t know what I believe in anymore, except that there must be thousands of nomes out there we don’t know about. There might even be other nomes living in Stores! We’re just the lucky ones who had the Thing. So if we take the Ship away, there won’t be any hope for them.” “I know, I know,” said Masklin wretchedly. “But what can we do? We need the Ship right now. Anyway, how could we find these other nomes?” “We’ve got the
he said, “I’m looking forward to it.” “Er. Yes. There’s a lot of world, though,” said Masklin. “I’ve taken that into consideration. I’ve been talking to Pion.” “Oh? Well . . . if you’re sure . . .” “Yes. More than I’ve ever been about anything, now,” said Gurder. “And I’ve been pretty sure of a lot of things in my time, as you know.” “We’d better find somewhere suitable to set you down.” “That’s right,” said Gurder. He tried to look brave. “Somewhere with a lot of geese,” he said. They
bottles. It was a stupid thing to do, he knew. It was just better than being stuck in a hole with a couple of idiots. Rows and rows of shoes. Some black, some brown. Some with laces, some without. Quite a few of them without feet in them, because the humans had taken them off. Masklin looked up as the trolley inched forward. Rows and rows of legs. Some in skirts, but most in trousers. Masklin looked up farther. Nomes rarely saw humans sitting down. Rows and rows of bodies, topped with rows