We are going to your father," Mrs. Which said. "But where is he?" Meg went over to Mrs. Which and stamped as though she were as young as Charles Wallace. Mrs. Whatsit answered in a voice that was low but quite firm. "On a planet that has given in. So you must prepare to be very strong.

I hate it!" Charles Wallace cried passionately. "I hate the Dark Thing!

There was no light. The darkness was deep and there was no dazzle.

There is in God, some say, a deep but dazzling darkness.