title: M.L.K.: The Journey of a King
author:  Tonya Bolden 
description: <i>Starred Review.</i> Grade 58Bolden looks past the public figure to bring the man, and his deeper vision of the "beloved community," into focus in this eloquent, handsomely designed profile. Familiarly calling him "M.L." (a nickname his father used) throughout, the author traces King's life from birth to death, pointing out how reluctantly he assumed the mantle of leadership, then came to espouse Gandhi's nonviolence as a guiding precept, and finally exhausted himself battling not only for civil rights, but also against the Civil Rights Movement's later tide of radicalism. Captions paired to the generous array of photos add further detail, and advanced readers will get fuller pictures of the man and his era from the appended multimedia resource list. Passing quickly over his public triumphs (the "I Have a Dream" speech, for instance, is largely relegated to a caption noting that he had used that refrain before), this portrait, rich in personal feeling and well endowed with direct, sometimes extended, quotes, will leave readers with a strong, and perhaps inspiring, sense of the passion and depth of Dr. King's commitment to peace with justice.<i>John Peters, New York Public Library</i> <br />Copyright  Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  High King of Brightland
  
  King Anthony plowed knee deep through the new fallen snow. The darkness of the
  snowstorm had caught them all unawares. Both he and his Royal Companion had
  dismounted to break trail for their mounts through the building snowdrifts.
  
  The sky was growing darker by the minute, though it wasn’t anywhere near
  nightfall. He pulled his woolen scarf more tightly about his head, hunkering
  deeper into his bearskin mantle, and struggled against the rising wind that
  buffeted and shrieked about them.
  
  The horse behind him fought to follow him through the swirling blanket of icy
  snow. Anthony clenched the reins more tightly in his freezing grip, determined
  to lead his mount to safety.
  
  Flurries of snow pelted men and beasts alike as they fought the building depth
  of the soft slush. Anthony blinked ice crystals from his lashes, squinting
  ahead to keep the trail they followed in sight. Somehow, in the raging of the
  sudden storm, he and Gallagher had gotten sep