Inkheart Page #3

- You've been to Persia, then?

- Yes, a hundred times.

Along with St. Petersburg, Paris, Middle

Earth, distant planets and Shangri-la.

And I never had to leave this room.

Books are adventure. They contain

murder and mayhem and passion.

They love anyone who opens them.

If I promise not to touch anything...

...could I maybe just sit

and read in here for a while?

That was the window seat

where she used to curl up and read.

She?

Your mother.

Your father used to read to her here.

This was hers.

If I find even a bookmark out of place,

I'll lock this room up...

...and you'll never see the inside

of it again, that I can promise you.

Then Dorian Gray half opened the door.

As he did so...

Farewell...

trapped inside...

desire of revenge...

I tried to warn you.

I gave you every opportunity

to help me, but you refused.

All you had to do was read me back.

You could have kept the book.

But you had to run.

So I turned to Capricorn.

- What?

- He's promised to help me.

What have you done?

Meggie!

There are men outside!

They're trying to break into the house!

Meggie!

Mo, look out!

Mortimer, my books!

Hello, Silvertongue.

- Basta?

- Did you miss me?

Stop!

- Oh, you illiterate cretins!

- Hold him!

These are masterpieces

you're destroying!

Masterpieces, you ignorant halfwit!

Stop!

I swear, I'll kill every last one of you!

You know I could!

It would take a few words!

Oh, we won't have to worry about

your words if we cut out your tongue!

You remember my calling card,

don't you?

One, two, three!

If that doesn't work...

...well, there's always your daughter.

- Get off me!

- No one gets hurt.

Yes, the fire! The fire.

Isn't that what we agreed?

Isn't that what we agreed?

Yes, we agreed, we agreed, we agreed!

Evil spirits, I repel thee.

Evil spirits, I repel thee!

Dad! Dad!

Right, get them in the van.

- You're not taking them too.

- Capricorn's orders.

After all, we are going

to require a little leverage...

...to make Daddy read.

Meggie!

Don't drag my daughter into this.

For God's sakes, she's just a child.

- No, don't! No!

- What's this?

- No.

- My only hope of finding my wife.

- My only hope of going home!

- No!

What is it? When will you

tell me what is going on?

Has your father ever read you

a bedtime story, Meggie?

- You might want to ask him why.

- Give me this.

I'll take that!

No!

Oh, my books! No!

Come along, now. Hurry up.

Oh, my books!

Come on!

Meggie.

Where are we?

They're here.

Hey, they're coming!

Oh, how lovely.

After you.

Come on, out! Out!

Oh, they're rude!

Move! Move!

It's ticking.

Flying monkeys.

- What is this place?

- I don't know.

Welcome to our humble abode.

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