The Road to DamiettaHoughton Mifflin Harcourt, 2004 M10 25 - 318 pages The Newbury Award-winning author delivers “what may be his finest novel” in this young adult narrative of Saint Francis of Assisi and the Fifth Crusade (Publishers Weekly). Rich in the atmosphere of thirteenth-century Italy, The Road to Damietta offers a fascinating new perspective on the man who became Saint Francis of Assisi: the guileless, joyous man who praised the oneness of nature and sought to bring the world into harmony. Thirteen-year-old Ricca di Montanaro, who secretly loves the young Francis, watches in awe as he disavows his rich father and declares himself a servant of Christ. Following him on his journey, Ricca recounts Francis’s attempt to bring peace amidst the bloodshed of the Fifth Crusade. “Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace,” he said. “Where there is hatred, let me sow love, where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy.” And so he set off on the road to Damietta… |
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... looked up from the scroll he was reading and turned his long, bony face in the direction of the fleeing horseman. "It was the fashion during the war to be brutal, to talk through the front teeth. Of late, like Bernardone, the young talk ...
... looked up from the scroll he was reading and turned his long, bony face in the direction of the fleeing horseman. "It was the fashion during the war to be brutal, to talk through the front teeth. Of late, like Bernardone, the young talk ...
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... looked everywhere through the chanting throng for the red tunic and yellow-feathered cap. I had seen the miracle of Saint Viotorinus four times before, since I was nine years old, so I kept looking for Francis all during the play, which ...
... looked everywhere through the chanting throng for the red tunic and yellow-feathered cap. I had seen the miracle of Saint Viotorinus four times before, since I was nine years old, so I kept looking for Francis all during the play, which ...
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... looked at me, the very last, and with outstretched hands he silently begged me to let him rest. I smiled and turned away with a sinking heart, only to feel his hands grasp mine. There was no place to dance. He begged the crowd for a ...
... looked at me, the very last, and with outstretched hands he silently begged me to let him rest. I smiled and turned away with a sinking heart, only to feel his hands grasp mine. There was no place to dance. He begged the crowd for a ...
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... looked when he stood at the bishop's door, his black brows drawn down, a clown's smile on his face. I didn't see Francis again until a month, a month and three long weeks, had passed. Raul fell ill and forgot about him. The Bernardone ...
... looked when he stood at the bishop's door, his black brows drawn down, a clown's smile on his face. I didn't see Francis again until a month, a month and three long weeks, had passed. Raul fell ill and forgot about him. The Bernardone ...
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... looked. But now as I saw him in the daylight, I was certain that he had changed. He was no longer the smiling young man I had seen before. He was thinner than I remembered. And his eyes, deep-set beneath their black brows, had changed ...
... looked. But now as I saw him in the daylight, I was certain that he had changed. He was no longer the smiling young man I had seen before. He was thinner than I remembered. And his eyes, deep-set beneath their black brows, had changed ...
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