She held out her hand.
Momo spun around. “Hello?”
“You can have one of my words instead. Take ‘lonely.’ I don’t need it anymore. But give back ‘said.’” Momo Book English Pdf
“Exactly,” said Folio. “And only you know how it ends.” To reach the heart of the Library, Momo had to cross the Chasm of Unspoken Words — a canyon where forgotten sounds fell like leaves. She could hear her grandmother’s laugh echo from below, then vanish. She held out her hand
It was small. No bigger than a rat. Gray, wrinkled, with a mouth that opened sideways. It was chewing on the last word of the final story: “said.” Take ‘lonely
“Don’t look down,” Folio advised. “Look at the stepping stones.”
A small creature fluttered down from a high shelf. It looked like a moth, but with pages for wings. Its antennae were tiny fountain pens.