Peace is a feeling. You can only recognize those who have it inside them and how they feel.

Quirk was still staring out the window. “I’m trying to keep hold of this thing,” he said. “The guy isn’t going to stop and

The only thing I wish I had kept were all the peace beads, because in the 1960s people made these and hung them at protests and it was a wonderful thing.

Don’t interrupt,’ one of the boys said. ‘He’ll lose his life.’ 	Seeing it was a matter of life and death, Sophie and Michael backed toward the door. But Howl, quite unperturbed at killing his nephew, strode over to the wall and pulled the boxes up by the roots.

Written By Diana Wynne Jones

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