This is Stars, a short book about an intelligent girl with the power to do almost anything except bring someone back from the dead. Only the Wiser knows the secrets of starkeeping, but then... Chapter one........................................................................................... Skila raised her hand and thought hard about fire, gas, and stars. "Well, this is stupid," she muttered to her new friend, Paradise. "Stupidest thing we've done all day." "No one crosses the Wiser." Paradise kept her voice low. "Don't make a mistake, Skila. Starkeepers are dangerous." Rules, rules, rules. Skila had only recently moved to the town of Starfall, a town she couldn't find on any map. It was everywhere and nowhere, everything and nothing... SNORE. Skila was falling asleep listening to herself. "SKILA!" Skila realized the Wiser had been talking. "Um, yes?" "Come up here, without stopping you starflow." "Sir, um, whats a starflow?" "Your thoughts about stars!" snapped the Wiser angrily. "I suppose you'll pass..." Pass what? Skila wondered, going up to the Wiser. The Wiser was the head of the town, and was frightening to look at, with his fingers always crackling with starsparks and long beard. Somehow Skila still managed to think about stars, fire, astromony, gas, WHATEVER. In the whirl of thoughts, she didn't notice her crackling hand. A gasp jolted her back to reality, and she looked down at her hand. "Holy stars." whispered Paradise. "You're- you're a starkeeper."
