Inkblood
Disclaimer: Inkheart belongs to Cornelia Funke. Not me.
IV
In his world fire was almost an obedient pet, a loyal, good friend. Fire was like another limb to him. Fire did everything when he thought of it. When he whispered the words, fire listened and obeyed.
In this world, fire was a beast. It was a devourer, a fierce, violent force. He couldn´t talk to it, hear it, control it - it was a stranger.
Dustfinger felt like waking up and suddenly your best friend doesn´t recognize you anymore and fights you.
When he first saw fire, he outstretched his hand and it bit him.
Of course he knew that fire was dangerous and not a toy, but he had been so relieved to feel his old friend again, he forgot about his cautiousness.
His fingers were burnt, but the pain in his heart was worse.
All bonds to his life were severed.
Except for that book.
For the Inkheart.