Inkheart Page #7

- Watch out, Mo!

Just keep reading!

- What?

- Keep reading!

I can't! There's nothing left to read.

Then write.

Come on, Meggie!

You can do it!

The Shadow turned away

from the innocent.

Come on, Meggie.

"The Shadow turned away

from the innocent.

And back to the evil master

who had controlled him all these years.

The Shadow reached out to him

with ashen hands.

And as it did, Capricorn began to crackle

and fade like the old page of a book...

...growing transparent

and thin as paper."

I won't let you!

Dad!

"Capricorn's ink-black soul

filled with terror...

...as he saw the end was near.

And so, too, did the souls of all those

within The Shadow's gaze...

...who'd committed villainy

in Capricorn's name.

And then they blew away,

like ashes in the wind."

Stop! Help!

No!

"While the terrible monster himself

disintegrated and was no more."

It's Meggie. She's reading.

They're going back into their books.

I'm going to miss it!

I don't want to go back

into my stinking book.

"Those who'd been summoned against

their will, who were in sight of the girl...

...were set free, and set right

and sent back from whence they came."

Mo. Mo!

Toto?

Meggie!

Please, set me free.

"And the old creator

finally got his wish...

...disappearing into the world

he had only dreamed about.

And then, finally, after what seemed

almost a lifetime of wishing...

...the young girl finally got

her most heartfelt dream.

While the mother she knew she'd see

again and the father she cherished...

Meggie.

...came running

to embrace their only..."

Darling, I missed you.

What happened?

I missed it.

I missed it. They're all gone.

I got here too late to go home.

He'll never read me back in now.

He said he'd try.

After he got his wife back.

Well, he won't.

He'd never risk losing her again.

And I wouldn't make him.

Stop it, Elinor.

It's so silly to cry at happy endings.

Come here.

Dustfinger.

Dustfinger?

Let's go. Come on, it's time to go.

- Let's run. Come on. Meggie.

- Meggie, quickly. Come on.

The book's gone.

- We don't need it.

- Great. I'll have nightmares for weeks.

- Come on.

- Come on.

You're all right?

You were going to leave without me?

Oh, no.

- You're better off with them.

- Well, if you're going...

...you should probably

bring this with you.

You stole this?

I learned from the best.

I thought maybe we could find someone.

Another reader.

Someone who could send you back.

What about that girl?

You like her, don't you? You come

with me, you may never see her again.

I stole photo from Silvertongue's pocket.

Well, if I'm going to be

saddled with you...

...you can make yourself useful.

We got a long walk ahead of us.

Dustfinger.

Dustfinger!

I promised.

It's your turn now.

Great.

You sure you want this? You remember

what happens at the end of the book.

It's like I told the writer.

He doesn't control me.

My fate's in my own hands now.

Good luck.

Hey, don't take this the wrong way,

but don't come back, okay?

Do it.

"lt had been many years...

...since Dustfinger had set eyes

on the rolling meadows and the old mill.

But it was even more beautiful

than he remembered.

The butterflies flitted

above the grass..."

He's gone back.

Where he wants to be.

What about you?

I can't follow him.

Because I've kept Gwin behind,

the end of his story will be different.

He's not going to die.

You can stay with us.

It was Mum's idea.

Sorry. Shouldn't I have said that?

Just don't expect me to read you back.

- You can teach me to read?

- Yeah.

Maybe.

I can teach you Dragon's Breath.

Roxanne!

Roxanne.

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