The Star

“Oh, you poor thing! What a beast he must be, to keep you waiting so!” said Victoria Forrester. “Why do you not go through, and look for him?”

“Because…” said the star, and then she stopped.”Aye,” she said. “Perhaps I shall.” The sky above them was striped with grey and white bands of cloud, through which patches of blue could be seen.”I wish my mother were out,” said the star.”I would say good-bye to her, first.” And, awkwardly, she got to her feet.

— Neil Gaiman, Stardust


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