In Bridge To Terabithia Novels & Stories

They menacingly approached Summer and escorted her along the path. They took her to a dark end. It was the deepest part of hell, where red light flickered and molten lava flowed. There was a black rock bridge across the magma river. As Summer walked across the bridge, she wondered whether it was the legendary Bridge of Regret. But there was no sign of Charon, the ferryman. Although Summer wished to linger on the black rock bridge, the creatures forcefully took her away.

Tilla staggered backward as she felt her toes dangle precariously over the edge of a large crevice. Withdrawing rapidly from where the floor plummeted sharply before her, Tilla clutched the paper to her chest as propped herself against one side of the hallway. Her heart excited by another brush with death, Tilla peeled the note away from her fluttering breast to peer down nervously at the next line that had been etched upon the page: ‘Cross the bridge.’ Glancing over at the ropes that hung languidly over the vast crater of stalagmites to her side, then back down at the note. Her eyes traveling over the word “bridge” once more, before returning to the collection of ropes and rickety boards th

The visible bank would disappear soon, sending us back into the woods, but I knew that there should be an abandoned truss bridge up ahead. My feet and legs began to ache bitterly as I almost sprinted to the bridge. How many miles had I walked today? I felt like, at any second, my legs would give out from underneath me. I just needed to push a little bit further. If I could hide her in the beams underneath the bridge, she should be safe. “Iris?” I stopped at the base of the bridge. “Yeah?” “How are you at climbing?” I felt her lift her head, and I knew she was following my eyes to the network of support beams underneath the bridge.

Multiple tendrils slide slowly out of the tear in the sky, curling through the air like massive fingers exploring something fragile. The watchers step back. Even they look uneasy. The voice speaks again, softer now. “You have created a bridge.” The tendrils drift closer. My heart is racing. “What kind of bridge?” I whisper. The darkness pauses. Then answers. “Between our world.” The tendrils move closer still. “And yours.” The plane shudders violently. Large sections begin collapsing into the void below. Aaron backs away quickly. “Okay, that sounds like the part where we run.” Dylan glances around.

After that there was no conversation between them again. "So where exactly are we heading to?" Austin asked. Ciara breathed out as they got to the end of the forest. "I will be muttering some spells and will summon a bridge. We have gotten there already," she said and they all moved back to give her some space. She slowly closed her eyes and started saying some incoherent words before a bridge slowly appeared. "It has appeared," Leticia said and Ciara muttered the last word and opened her eyes. She looked at the bridge. It's been a long time she came here. What is it like after she left?

The whole structure trembled under them, wood complaining but holding. Caleb’s face was tight with concentration. “I hate bridges.” Gabriel walked alongside, one hand hovering near the railing but not touching it. “Most bridges don’t care.” “That’s not comforting.” “Wasn’t meant to be.” They reached the far side. Only then did Evelyn breathe fully. One by one, the vehicles crossed. The second made it cleanly. The third slipped halfway across when the rear tire hit mud on the approach and came onto the bridge at a bad angle. Wood shrieked. Someone inside screamed. The truck lurched toward the broken side rail.

"You want to use the Lullaby to talk to the Absence directly." "Not just talk. Help. The Engraver said the Anchor must be a bridge between chaos and order. Haley is the bridge. But bridges go two ways. We have been using the Lullaby to send the Mother a signal: sleep. But we have never listened to what she is sending back."

The energy reached out to us like a living thing, seeking connection. We were less than twenty yards from the altar when the Devourer finally noticed us. It paused in its assault on our allies, the void where Kael's face had been turning in our direction. A sound emerged from that impossible maw—not words, but a frequency that vibrated through my very bones, carrying meaning nonetheless. "BRIDGE CHILD," it resonated, the concept rather than the words appearing directly in my mind. "VESSEL OF TWO WORLDS. YOU CANNOT STOP WHAT HAS BEGUN."

I could feel the heat of the inferno below, the bridge beginning to splinter. The bridge swayed again as I took another step. Wood planks groaned in complaint, but I focused straight ahead, trying not to think about how far the drop was below. With trembling hands, I motioned for the others to follow. Serene stepped onto the bridge tentatively, testing each plank before putting her full weight on it.

She stopped trying to oppose the bridge: instead, she tried to feel at one with it. Caitlin trusted her inner instincts, and took several steps forward. She slowly opened her eyes, and as she took another step, a plank fell through beneath her. Scarlet cried out, and she lost her balance for a moment—then quickly took another step and found her footing. The wind swayed the bridge again. It felt like she had been going forever, but when Caitlin looked up, she saw they had only gone about ten feet. She knew instinctively that they would never make it.