Analysis Of The Book ' The Night '

I went Into Elie Wiesel 's Night having read the book in various stages in my life. It seems to follow me through my schooling years. In junior high I read it in standard English class, just like any other book I would have read that year. In high school I read it for a project I was creating on World War II, looking at it from a more historical approach. Being a firsthand account of concentration camps made it a reliable source of historical information. But during previous times when I was reading, I never thought to take a look at it from a theological point of view. Doing so this time really opened my eyes to things and themes I hadn 't noticed during previous readings.

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

“I found her near the spring and hid her under a tree. I was afraid the beast would return and finish her off, if I left her there.”

While walking thru the forest , something with a coat white as snow dotted in front of me i grabbed my knife from its sheath but, then i realized it was okulu a wolf that i have known since the day i was born i quickly put away my knife,”What did you think i was?” she said.”I thought

Out of nowhere a bright light emerged from the wolf's eyes. "How-" suddenly the light glowed all over the wolf's body. Ashika turned away, being blinded and clueless of what was happening. The light slowly dimmed until it was no longer visible and Ashika flung around to see a boy.

When his eyes opened, he laid eyes on his new life long companion to-be. Over the course of the next few months Wolf and She-Wolf did everything together. They hunted, they ate, and they laughed, and thanked the Moon Goddess for each other. Then a changed came over Wolf. He became weary of She-Wolf’s presence and appearance, for She-Wolf was not fair. Her fur was a dirty gray, her eyes wide apart. She was not appealing in the site of Wolf. Wolf could not find the privacy and freedom he once had. Wolf thought to himself, “I must find a way to rid myself of She-Wolf. She has become a thorn in my side and is too hideous for me to lay my eye upon her.” Wolf then attempted to sneak away in the night. He traveled deep into the inland and stayed hidden. Wolf did not stop until his legs held the strength of twigs and then he rested. Nevertheless, when he awoke lo behold it was She-Wolf. She had followed him. This was the last straw for Wolf. At this time, Wolf culminated a hatred for She-wolf and devised a plan for her murder. “If she will not leave me,” Wolf said, “she will leave this Earth. I wish she were gone. I wish I had never asked for her.” It was at this moment that Wolf remembered Snowy Summit-less Mountain where he had wished for her. That night, Wolf led She-wolf to the mountain. “Where are we going?” inquired She-Wolf. “We are going to a very special place, the place I wished for you. This place is magical and it will

wolf while passing the woods. She was so naive that she informed the wolf about her plans to

Wolf lived with his mother at the edge of the forest. Every day, his mother taught him new lessons to prepare him for the day he would join the pack of wolves. She had taught Wolf to growl to scare away enemies and to bark to warn friends of danger. She had even taught him to whimper like a puppy to let the pack leaders know he would do what they asked. But when Wolf’s mother tried to teach him to howl, he resisted. He did not want anyone to hear him.

Seth (19) 6’5, 275lbs, wears the midnight black robes of a first level necromancer, finds Lyla (24) 5’1 wearing the deep red robes of a third level necromancer, staring at a hole in the hallway floor that looks like Jesus. While Seth is retrieving lunch for Lyla, she is called away by Snail, her boyfriend. Over the next few weeks, they meet and talk near the Jesus ' face. They start researching Christianity and even sneak a bible into the school. One day Lyla informs Seth that she wants to break up with her boyfriend Snail. Seth, having feelings for her, implores her to take the plunge. The next day, as Seth returns to the face, he witnesses the altercation between Lyla and Snail. Seeing Snail ready a death spell, Seth

Snowtail paced impatiently across the springy plants weaving beneath his paws, letting a low growl when he noticed the slight drizzle beginning to dampen his recently groomed pelt. “Where could she be?” He pondered, pausing to seek out the scent of his sister. It can’t be that hard to sneak out of camp, considering how chaotic it’s been on the other side of the lake, he thought. Then again, she is a queen, and the clan would be suspicious of her leaving with her kits. A booming crash of thunder set the tom immediately out of his thoughts, a prick of fear making his fur rise. He took to the shelter of a willow tree hardly fox-lengths away from the meeting spot, hiding near its base in an attempt to keep him from getting anymore wet.

A powerful misty wind suddenly swept Marcel and Fergus off their feet and clouded their vision. Wolf yelps haunted Marcel's hearing and echoed through the advancing woods, lingering like a bitter taste in his mouth. Fiery light exploded through the fierce fog as a huge dark beast emerged out of the shadows. The mist scurried away like a mouse into safety upon the monsters arrival. Ferocious intimidation surged through Marcel and Fergus' veins as the beast laid it's murderous scared eyes upon them. Bloodthirsty animal-white teeth boasted before Marcel and red eyes who's pupils were

Asteria was on the final few pages of the chapter when a particular sub-heading caught her attention – constellations. Her eyes scan down to the page, stopping when they find a small diagram of Orion’s belt. It was the constellation her mother had been named after and it was tattooed across her lower back. She begins to trace her fingers over the constellation as her thoughts drift back to her early life on the Ark.

The woods were inexplicably silent and mysterious, and the feeling was accentuated by the faint, gray light diffused by the cloud canopy above. The wet-looking blacks and browns of the tree trunks and the occasional spot of muted rusty- red or weak green from old fallen leaves stood out sharply against the purity of the freshly fallen snow cover. Only a single set of hoofprints could be seen, off on a nearly obliterated woodland trail. They were already beginning to be covered by the flakes falling from the tired gray sky as Emma brought Birdie, the chestnut mare, to a halt at the edge of the foul road.

In the midst of his hut the presence of large animal, The Gray Wolf, filled him with alarming instincts, flashing surprise and healthy energy