The Dark Is Not a Thing
It starts with a little idea…
Evie (child)“When my light’s off, my coat looks like somebody. But it’s my coat. Can there be a little owl who thinks that? And a tapping noise.”
Little Owl is nearly asleep when something taps at the window. Turn the pages to discover what is making the sound.
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Lights out
Little Owl was tucked up tight. Mum turned down the bedside light. “Goodnight,” she said. “I’m just next door.” Then Owl saw something by the floor.
The tall shape
It had two arms. It had no face. It stood quite still in the very same place. “Are you a thing?” asked Owl. “Are you there?” Then came a tapping through the air. Tap. Tap-tap.
Company
“Mum?” called Owl. “Please come and see. I think a thing is watching me.” Mum sat beside her on the bed. “Let’s look together,” Mum said.
The coat
Mum turned the little lamp up bright. The tall shape shrank into the light. “My coat,” said Owl. “My sleeves. My hood.” She touched it, just to make sure she could. But still… Tap. Tap-tap.
At the window
They pulled the curtain back to see. A moth was tapping, one, two, three. Its soft grey wings brushed on the pane. Then off it flew, and back again.
The same room
Mum turned the lamp down low once more. Owl’s coat still hung beside the door. Her books, her bed, her little chair— the dark had left them all right there.
Goodnight
“The dark’s not a thing,” said Owl. “Now I know. It’s my same room with the light down low.” Mum stayed a while. Owl closed her eyes. The moth flew under the moonlit skies.
An illustrated example of the experience we are developing. Talebrix is still in development; this book was not printed by the device.