Do you remember when Despereaux was in the dungeon, cupped in Gregory the jailer’s hand, whispering a story in the old man’s ear?
I would like it very much if you thought of me as a mouse telling you a story, this story, with the whole of my heart, whispering it in your ear in order to save myself from the darkness, and to save you from the darkness, too.
“Stories are light,” Gregory the jailer told Despereaux.
Reader, I hope you have found some light here.
-Katie DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux, Coda.
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