Heading Somewhere

In relation to a fourteen year-old boy running away from an abusive father and a familiar hamlet:

He was too busy running away to worry yet about where he was going. And it didn’t occur to him, not on that first blood-hammering-in-the-head afternoon, that he was actually heading somewhere.

Tim Wynne-Jones, The Maestro (1995)


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