Book One -- St. Martins
|Draw the chickens! The feathers can wait!|
Book Two -- Zurich
|The city was a walled jewel between two blue strands of stream against a shining lake.|
“Don’t stop now!” someone yelled. Making a grand gesture with his right arm, Martin slowly drew a ladder. The people cheered.
“Good work, young man!” said one old man in the crowd.“I knew it was the story of Jacob!”
Martin saw only the girl standing beside a chair waiting for her mother to be seated. Her brown hair was parted in the middle, drawn back from her face and covered with the lace-trimmed cap worn only by a maid. The pure whiteness of her skin was interrupted only by pink roses on her cheeks, and when she lifted her face to greet him he saw sweet blue eyes fringed with dark lashes above a friendly, open smile. Her lips were the pure carmine Michele said had no place in nature, and here it was, as natural as morning.
Book Three - The Sagentobel
|“You may believe that you are Martin, an artist, but for some time you have been Martin, a leper. No man is whole until he is able to live as himself...”|