by Stephenie Meyer
PREFACE p. 6
If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it?
If it was someone you truly loved?
Chapter 1 [ENGAGED] p. 13, 16, 17
“Stop fidgeting, Bella. Please try to remember that you’re not confessing to a murder here.”
“Easy for you to say.”
He wasn't exaggerating; they'd been big on old-fashioned morals during World War I.
Early marriage was higher up on her blacklist than boiling live puppies.
Chapter 2 [LONG NIGHT] p. 24
How different it would be when he didn't need to worry about me anymore. What would he do with all his free time? He'd have to get a new hobby.
Chapter 3 [BIG DAY] p. 33, 34
“No one expects me to be stunning. I think the bigger problem is that I might fall asleep during the ceremony and not be able to say ‘I do’ at the right part, and then Edward will make his escape.”
She laughed. “I'll throw my bouquet at you when it gets close.”
“Don't worry, he'll be there before the music starts. But you don't get to see him, no matter when he gets back. We're doing this the traditional way.”
I snorted. “Traditional!”
“Okay, aside from the bride and groom.”
“No one will dare to call you plain when I'm through with you.”
“Only because they're afraid you'll suck their blood,” I muttered.
Chapter 4 [GESTURE] p. 56
“You're awfully small to be so hugely irritating.”
Chapter 5 [ISLE ESME] p. 64
I was freaking out because I had no idea how to do this, and I was afraid to walk out of this room and face the unknown. Especially in French lingerie. I knew I wasn't ready for that yet.
Chapter 6 [DISTRACTIONS] p. 83
“So you seduced your all-too-willing husband. That's not a capital offense.”
“If I don't have a better sense of equilibrium in my next life, I'm demanding a refund.”
Chapter 7 [UNEXPECTED] p. 93, 97
there was no way I could be pregnant. The only person I'd ever had sex with was a vampire, for crying out loud.
While he argued, he packed. He whirled around the room like an angry tornado, leaving order rather than destruction in his path.
Chapter 9 [SURE AS HELL DIDN’T SEE THAT ONE COMING] p. 130, 134
I didn't want to kill girls... even vampire girls.
Though I might make an exception for that blonde.
“If it's a child she wants, she can have it. She can have half a dozen babies. Anything she wants.” He paused for one beat. “She can have puppies, if that's what it takes.”
Chapter 10 [WHY DIDN'T I JUST WALK AWAY? OH RIGHT, BECAUSE I'M AN IDIOT.] p. 146
“Why do you always have to love the wrong things, Bella?”
Chapter 11 [THE TWO THINGS AT THE VERY TOP OF MY THINGS-I-NEVER-WANT-TO-DO LIST] p. 160
Seth stayed on my heels, holding the Second's traditional place on my right flank.
I can run somewhere else, he thought, his nose dipping a little. I didn't follow you because I was after a promotion.
Stop being so... Took me a minute to decide on the right word. Optimistic. It’s getting on my nerves.
No problem. You want me to be all doom and gloom, or just shut up?
Chapter 12 [SOME PEOPLE JUST DON’T GRASP THE CONCEPT OF “UNWELCOME”] p. 169, 171, 177, 178, 180
Shut up, Jacob. Oops, I'm sorry−I meant, shut up, most high Alpha.
I've been helpful, haven't I, Jake?
You haven't made too much a nuisance of yourself, kid,
“You're losing me, Doc. Can you dumb it down?”
Your family's divergence from humanity is much more interesting. Magical, almost.”
“Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo,” I mumbled.
It was like a horror movie. Monsters and blood all over the place.
Chapter 13 [GOOD THING I'VE GOT A STRONG STOMACH] p. 183, 187, 188, 189
I wondered what all house-of-horrors stuff they kept around here. Fridge full of blood, check. What else? Torture chamber? Coffin room?
No one else in this group would be disgusted by what she was doing. Just the opposite−they were probably having a tough time not ripping the cup away from her.
Edward rolled his eyes.
Jeez, how did anyone stand living with him? It was really too bad he couldn't hear Bella's thoughts. Then he'd annoy the crap out of her, too, and she'd get tired of him.
Edward chuckled once.
She was allowed to kill herself for a monster, but I wasn't allowed to miss a few nights' sleep to watch her do it?
Chapter 15 [TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK] p. 216
Who cares about legal crap when you're the undead?
Chapter 16 [TOO-MUCH-INFORMATION ALERT] p. 231
Off on another vampire errand, Leah grumbled.
You got a problem with that?
Of course not. I just love to coddle those darling leeches.
Chapter 17 [WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE? THE WIZARD OF OZ? YOU NEED A BRAIN? YOU NEED A HEART? GO AHEAD. TAKE MINE. TAKE EVERYTHING I HAVE.] p. 254, 255, 257, 259
So the psycho was “Rose” now. He’d completely crossed over to the dark side.
“I am truly sorry for the pain this causes you, Jacob. Though you hate me, I must admit that I don’t feel the same about you. I think of you as a... a brother in many ways. A comrade in arms, at the very least. I regret your suffering more than you realize.(...)”
Crazy how easy it was, walking through the dark with a vampire right beside me. It didn't feel unsafe, or even uncomfortable, really. It felt like walking next to anybody. Well, anybody who smelled bad.
“Rose'll catch me if I trip over my feet. Which could happen pretty easily, since I can't see them.”
Chapter 19 [BURNING] p. 278
Jacob−who'd said goodbye to me over and over but kept coming back when I needed him.
Chapter 20 [NEW] p. 301
“I guess my brain will never work right. At least I'm pretty.”
Chapter 21 [FIRST HUNT] p. 303, 313
Alice grumbled, “Her fashion sense hasn't improved as much as her balance.”
I rolled my eyes and snorted. “Let's go hunt some stinking herbivores.”
Chapter 22 [PROMISED] p. 317, 322, 327
“(...)She sleeps.”
“Really?”
“Quite well for a newborn. The only parents in the world who don't need sleep, and our child already sleeps through the night.” He chuckled.
“Huh. I can see what everyone's been going on about. You stink, Jacob.”
“No, not really? You really didn't attack him?”
“Emmett!” I protested.
“Aw, what a waste,” Emmett groaned.
Chapter 23 [MEMORIES] p. 342, 344
She didn't want Jacob hurt. He was hers.
“Oh, wonderful,” I groaned. “Perfect.”
“It’s just because he tastes better than the rest of us,”
No magic visions, no formidable offensive abilities like, oh, shooting lightning bolts from my eyes or something? Nothing helpful or cool at all?
Chapter 24 [SURPRISE] p. 348, 353, 354
I wondered if I should feel excited. It seemed the vampire conversion hadn't given me any sudden interest in sports cars.
I laughed out loud−just one quiet little laugh of shock−when I realized that this day would never end.
“Do I get to hear the joke?”
“It’s not a very good one,”
I sighed. My baby, the sea serpent. Maybe there was no help for it.
Chapter 25 [FAVOR] p. 371
“No, I don't care if you bite Jacob. That's fine.”
Jacob chuckled.
Chapter 32 [COMPANY] p. 443
Jacob seemed more or less invisible to them, not quite a person, but also not food, either. They treated him the way people who are not animal-lovers treat the pets of their friends.
Chapter 37 [CONTRIVANCES] p. 524, 525
Edward leaned his head against the same shoulder where he'd placed Renesmee. “Goodbye, Jacob, my brother... my son.”
“If we live through this,” Garrett whispered to Kate, “I'll follow you anywhere, woman.”
“Now he tells me,” she muttered.
Chapter 39 [THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER] p. 538
“Well done, Siobhan,” Carlisle complimented her as they said goodbye.
“Ah, the power of wishful thinking,” she answered sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
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1.16.2009
Eclipse
by Stephenie Meyer
Chapter 1 [ULTIMATUM] p. 4
Charlie shrugged. “There's no law that says I can't cook in my own house.” “You would know,” I replied, Chapter 4 [NATURE] p. 56
I decided I'd better get out of the house before the inanimate objects started talking back.
Chapter 6 [SWITZERLAND] p. 79, 84
“Edward's only human, Bella.(...)”
I don't care who's a werewolf and who's a vampire. If Angela turns out to be a witch, she can join the party, too.”
Chapter 9 [TARGET] p. 117, 121
Charlie's expression changed. Abruptly, he was grinning. “If you two are having a fight... well, don't let me interrupt.”
“This is ridiculous. They'll get so bored, they'll have to kill me themselves, just for something to do.”
Chapter 10 [SCENT] p. 131
“I didn't stab him,” I explained as I worked. “He forgot he had a knife in his hand.”
Edward chuckled. “That's not nearly as fun as the way I imagined it.”
Chapter 12 [TIME] p. 155, 157
I'd rather not sit around, helpless and delicious, waiting for one of them to catch up with me.
“It's the thought that counts. I ought to know.”
Chapter 14 [DECLARATION] p. 179
He was so beautiful that it made it hard sometimes to think about anything else, hard to concentrate on Phil's troubles or Renée's apologies or hostile vampire armies. I was only human.
Chapter 15 [WAGER] p. 192, 193
“Why did she hit you?”
“Because I kissed her,” Jacob said, unashamed.
“Good for you, kid,” Charlie congratulated him.
“What happened?” Edward demanded, his voice going flat.
“I punched Jacob,” I admitted.
“Good,” Edward said bleakly. “Though I'm sorry you're hurt.”
Chapter 18 [INSTRUCTION] p. 221
Nobody but me cared if Jacob and his friends got hurt. Not even Jacob and his friends. Especially not them.
Chapter 20 [COMPROMISE] p. 261, 263, 266
“Do you get the feeling that everything is backward?” he laughed in my ear. “Traditionally, shouldn't you be arguing my side, and I yours?”
“There isn't much that's traditional about you and me.”
“I lie all the time.”
“Yes, but you're such a bad liar that it doesn't really count. Nobody believes you.”
“I promise to love you forever − every single day of forever. (...)”
Chapter 21 [TRAILS] p. 277
“(...) You could kissme, for example. I don’t mind if you want to use me to experiment.”
Chapter 22 [FIRE AND ICE] p. 292, 293
“(...) You know, Jacob, if it weren't for the fact that we're natural enemies and that you're also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you.”
“Maybe... if you weren't a disgusting vampire who was planning to suck out the life of the girl I love... well, no, not even then.”
Edward chuckled.
Chapter 23 [MONSTER] p. 303
If Seth didn't cut it out, I was going to throw a pinecone at him.
Chapter 25 [MIRROR] p. 322, 329
Edward stretched out his arm, his hand curled into a fist. Seth grinned, revealing the long row of dagger teeth, and bumped his nose against Edward's hand.
“Nice teamwork,” Edward murmured.
Seth coughed a laugh.
Sam is trying to get him to phase back to his human form. That will make treating him easier.” Carlisle smiled slightly. “I've never been to veterinarian school.”
Chapter 26 [ETHICS] p. 339, 340, 344, 346, 349
“(...) in between insulting somebody's mother and taking the Lord's name in vain, he said, ‘Bet you're glad she loves Cullen instead of me today, huh, Charlie?’”
“And Edward was really... nice. He seemed as worried about Jacob as you are − like that was his brother lying there. The look in his eyes...”
“Don't you think you ought to know how you feel − just so that it doesn't take you by surprise someday when it's too late and you're a married vampire?”
“I think it's too late for that, Jake. How can we be friends, when we love each other like this?”
“You know, I think maybe I'd still take you − maybe. I guess that depends on how much you stink.”
Chapter 27 [NEEDS] p. 359
“It's a good thing you're bulletproof.” I sighed. “I'm going to need that ring. It's time to tell Charlie.”
He laughed at the expression on my face. “Highly dangerous,” he agreed.
EPILOGUE [CHOICE−JACOB BLACK] p. 364
I pushed my legs faster, letting Jacob Black disappear behind me.
Chapter 1 [ULTIMATUM] p. 4
Charlie shrugged. “There's no law that says I can't cook in my own house.” “You would know,” I replied, Chapter 4 [NATURE] p. 56
I decided I'd better get out of the house before the inanimate objects started talking back.
Chapter 6 [SWITZERLAND] p. 79, 84
“Edward's only human, Bella.(...)”
I don't care who's a werewolf and who's a vampire. If Angela turns out to be a witch, she can join the party, too.”
Chapter 9 [TARGET] p. 117, 121
Charlie's expression changed. Abruptly, he was grinning. “If you two are having a fight... well, don't let me interrupt.”
“This is ridiculous. They'll get so bored, they'll have to kill me themselves, just for something to do.”
Chapter 10 [SCENT] p. 131
“I didn't stab him,” I explained as I worked. “He forgot he had a knife in his hand.”
Edward chuckled. “That's not nearly as fun as the way I imagined it.”
Chapter 12 [TIME] p. 155, 157
I'd rather not sit around, helpless and delicious, waiting for one of them to catch up with me.
“It's the thought that counts. I ought to know.”
Chapter 14 [DECLARATION] p. 179
He was so beautiful that it made it hard sometimes to think about anything else, hard to concentrate on Phil's troubles or Renée's apologies or hostile vampire armies. I was only human.
Chapter 15 [WAGER] p. 192, 193
“Why did she hit you?”
“Because I kissed her,” Jacob said, unashamed.
“Good for you, kid,” Charlie congratulated him.
“What happened?” Edward demanded, his voice going flat.
“I punched Jacob,” I admitted.
“Good,” Edward said bleakly. “Though I'm sorry you're hurt.”
Chapter 18 [INSTRUCTION] p. 221
Nobody but me cared if Jacob and his friends got hurt. Not even Jacob and his friends. Especially not them.
Chapter 20 [COMPROMISE] p. 261, 263, 266
“Do you get the feeling that everything is backward?” he laughed in my ear. “Traditionally, shouldn't you be arguing my side, and I yours?”
“There isn't much that's traditional about you and me.”
“I lie all the time.”
“Yes, but you're such a bad liar that it doesn't really count. Nobody believes you.”
“I promise to love you forever − every single day of forever. (...)”
Chapter 21 [TRAILS] p. 277
“(...) You could kissme, for example. I don’t mind if you want to use me to experiment.”
Chapter 22 [FIRE AND ICE] p. 292, 293
“(...) You know, Jacob, if it weren't for the fact that we're natural enemies and that you're also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you.”
“Maybe... if you weren't a disgusting vampire who was planning to suck out the life of the girl I love... well, no, not even then.”
Edward chuckled.
Chapter 23 [MONSTER] p. 303
If Seth didn't cut it out, I was going to throw a pinecone at him.
Chapter 25 [MIRROR] p. 322, 329
Edward stretched out his arm, his hand curled into a fist. Seth grinned, revealing the long row of dagger teeth, and bumped his nose against Edward's hand.
“Nice teamwork,” Edward murmured.
Seth coughed a laugh.
Sam is trying to get him to phase back to his human form. That will make treating him easier.” Carlisle smiled slightly. “I've never been to veterinarian school.”
Chapter 26 [ETHICS] p. 339, 340, 344, 346, 349
“(...) in between insulting somebody's mother and taking the Lord's name in vain, he said, ‘Bet you're glad she loves Cullen instead of me today, huh, Charlie?’”
“And Edward was really... nice. He seemed as worried about Jacob as you are − like that was his brother lying there. The look in his eyes...”
“Don't you think you ought to know how you feel − just so that it doesn't take you by surprise someday when it's too late and you're a married vampire?”
“I think it's too late for that, Jake. How can we be friends, when we love each other like this?”
“You know, I think maybe I'd still take you − maybe. I guess that depends on how much you stink.”
Chapter 27 [NEEDS] p. 359
“It's a good thing you're bulletproof.” I sighed. “I'm going to need that ring. It's time to tell Charlie.”
He laughed at the expression on my face. “Highly dangerous,” he agreed.
EPILOGUE [CHOICE−JACOB BLACK] p. 364
I pushed my legs faster, letting Jacob Black disappear behind me.
New Moon
by Stephenie Meyer
Chapter 1 [PARTY] p. 15
“I have to step out for a second”−he paused to wink conspicuously at Alice−“Don't do anything funny while I'm gone.”
“I'll try.”
Chapter 2 [FRIENDS] p. 69, 72
bikes seemed to be the magic word. Both boys went to examine Jacob's project, drilling him with educated questions. Many of the words they used were unfamiliar to me, and I figured I'd have to have a Y chromosome to really understand the excitement.
(when i thought that i liked her... xD)
“Five foot four is perfectly average.” I sniffed. “It's not my fault you're a freak.”
Chapter 8 [ADRENALINE] p. 99
“Maybe we'll get lucky tomorrow and something will eat us!”
“Bears don't want to eat people. We don't taste that good.” He grinned at me in the dark cab. “Of course, you might be an exception. I bet you'd taste good.”
“Thanks so much,” I said, looking away. He wasn't the first person to tell me that.
Chapter 9 [THIRD WHEEL] p. 104
I folded my arms tightly across my chest and hoped that both their hands fell asleep
Chapter 22 [FLIGHT] p. 248
he couldn't escape me on an airplane−well, not easily, at least.
Chapter 24 [VOTE] p. 273
“I'm only eighteen.”
“Well, I'm nearly a hundred and ten. It's time I settled down.”
Chapter 1 [PARTY] p. 15
“I have to step out for a second”−he paused to wink conspicuously at Alice−“Don't do anything funny while I'm gone.”
“I'll try.”
Chapter 2 [FRIENDS] p. 69, 72
bikes seemed to be the magic word. Both boys went to examine Jacob's project, drilling him with educated questions. Many of the words they used were unfamiliar to me, and I figured I'd have to have a Y chromosome to really understand the excitement.
(when i thought that i liked her... xD)
“Five foot four is perfectly average.” I sniffed. “It's not my fault you're a freak.”
Chapter 8 [ADRENALINE] p. 99
“Maybe we'll get lucky tomorrow and something will eat us!”
“Bears don't want to eat people. We don't taste that good.” He grinned at me in the dark cab. “Of course, you might be an exception. I bet you'd taste good.”
“Thanks so much,” I said, looking away. He wasn't the first person to tell me that.
Chapter 9 [THIRD WHEEL] p. 104
I folded my arms tightly across my chest and hoped that both their hands fell asleep
Chapter 22 [FLIGHT] p. 248
he couldn't escape me on an airplane−well, not easily, at least.
Chapter 24 [VOTE] p. 273
“I'm only eighteen.”
“Well, I'm nearly a hundred and ten. It's time I settled down.”
12.19.2008
Twilight
by Stephenie Meyer
Chapter 1 [FIRST SIGHT] p. 10
It looked like clouds and a sense of humor didn't mix. A few months of this and I'd forget how to use sarcasm.
Chapter 2 [OPEN BOOK] p. 16, 22
I made the Cowardly Lion look like the terminator.
They were enjoying the snowy day, just like everyone else − only they looked more like a scene from a movie than the rest of us.
Chapter 4 [INVITATION] p. 43
Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.
Chapter 5 [BLOOD TYPE] p. 48
He looked down, and then glanced up at me through his long black lashes, his ocher eyes scorching.
“Please?” he breathed, leaning toward me.
[that's low...]
“No spiders?”
“Nope.”
“And no radioactivity?”
“None.”
“Dang,” I sighed.
“Kryptonite doesn't bother me, either,” he chuckled.
Chapter 8 [PORT ANGELES] p. 79,88
Stupid, unreliable vampire
“You are a magnet for trouble. If there is anything dangerous within a ten-mile radius, it will invariably find you.”
“And you put yourself into that category?” I guessed.
His face turned cold, expressionless. “Unequivocally.”
Chapter 9 [THEORY] p. 100
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was part of him − and I didn't know how potent that part might be − that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
Chapter 10 [INTERROGATIONS] p. 110
“Of all the things about me that could frighten you, you worry about my driving.”
Chapter 11 [COMPLICATIONS] p. 113
internally cursing Jessica straight to the fiery pits of Hades.
[and then I knew this was the best book ever!!]
Chapter 13 [CONFESSIONS] p. 140
“I'm here... which, roughly translated, means I would rather die than stay away from you.”
Chapter 14 [MIND OVER MATTER] p. 154
I pulled on my holey t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Too late to regret not packing the Victoria's Secret silk pajamas my mother got me two birthdays ago, which still had the tags on them in a drawer somewhere back home.
Chapter 15 [THE CULLENS] p. 165,166
It was hard to decide what to wear. I doubted there were any etiquette books detailing how to dress when your vampire sweetheart takes you home to meet his vampire family.
“And you're worried, not because you're headed to meet a houseful of vampires, but because you think those vampires won't approve of you, correct?”
Chapter 16 [CARLISLE] p. 180
I rolled my eyes. “Vampires like baseball?”
“It's the American pastime,” he said with mock solemnity.
Chapter 17 [THE GAME] p. 185, 186
“You said last night that you weren't interested in any of the boys in town.” But he picked up his fork again, so I could see the worst was over.
“Well, Edward doesn't live in town, Dad.”
“So I hear you're getting my girl to watch baseball.” Only in Washington would the fact that it was raining buckets have no bearing at all on the playing of outdoor sports.
Chapter 24 [AN IMPASSE] p. 247, 249
“I'm hardly a lottery prize,” he growled.
“Oh, you'll get over it − it's just a crush.”
EPILOGUE [AN OCCASION] p. 253
"This looks like a horror movie waiting to happen," I snickered.
"Well," he muttered (...) "there are more than enough vampires present." (...)
"Do you want me to bolt the doors so you can massacre the unsuspecting townsfolk?" I whispered conspiratorially.
"And where do you fit into that scheme?" He glared.
"Oh, I'm with the vampires, of course."
He smiled reluctantly. "Anything to get out of dancing."
Chapter 1 [FIRST SIGHT] p. 10
It looked like clouds and a sense of humor didn't mix. A few months of this and I'd forget how to use sarcasm.
Chapter 2 [OPEN BOOK] p. 16, 22
I made the Cowardly Lion look like the terminator.
They were enjoying the snowy day, just like everyone else − only they looked more like a scene from a movie than the rest of us.
Chapter 4 [INVITATION] p. 43
Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.
Chapter 5 [BLOOD TYPE] p. 48
He looked down, and then glanced up at me through his long black lashes, his ocher eyes scorching.
“Please?” he breathed, leaning toward me.
[that's low...]
“No spiders?”
“Nope.”
“And no radioactivity?”
“None.”
“Dang,” I sighed.
“Kryptonite doesn't bother me, either,” he chuckled.
Chapter 8 [PORT ANGELES] p. 79,88
Stupid, unreliable vampire
“You are a magnet for trouble. If there is anything dangerous within a ten-mile radius, it will invariably find you.”
“And you put yourself into that category?” I guessed.
His face turned cold, expressionless. “Unequivocally.”
Chapter 9 [THEORY] p. 100
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was part of him − and I didn't know how potent that part might be − that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
Chapter 10 [INTERROGATIONS] p. 110
“Of all the things about me that could frighten you, you worry about my driving.”
Chapter 11 [COMPLICATIONS] p. 113
internally cursing Jessica straight to the fiery pits of Hades.
[and then I knew this was the best book ever!!]
Chapter 13 [CONFESSIONS] p. 140
“I'm here... which, roughly translated, means I would rather die than stay away from you.”
Chapter 14 [MIND OVER MATTER] p. 154
I pulled on my holey t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Too late to regret not packing the Victoria's Secret silk pajamas my mother got me two birthdays ago, which still had the tags on them in a drawer somewhere back home.
Chapter 15 [THE CULLENS] p. 165,166
It was hard to decide what to wear. I doubted there were any etiquette books detailing how to dress when your vampire sweetheart takes you home to meet his vampire family.
“And you're worried, not because you're headed to meet a houseful of vampires, but because you think those vampires won't approve of you, correct?”
Chapter 16 [CARLISLE] p. 180
I rolled my eyes. “Vampires like baseball?”
“It's the American pastime,” he said with mock solemnity.
Chapter 17 [THE GAME] p. 185, 186
“You said last night that you weren't interested in any of the boys in town.” But he picked up his fork again, so I could see the worst was over.
“Well, Edward doesn't live in town, Dad.”
“So I hear you're getting my girl to watch baseball.” Only in Washington would the fact that it was raining buckets have no bearing at all on the playing of outdoor sports.
Chapter 24 [AN IMPASSE] p. 247, 249
“I'm hardly a lottery prize,” he growled.
“Oh, you'll get over it − it's just a crush.”
EPILOGUE [AN OCCASION] p. 253
"This looks like a horror movie waiting to happen," I snickered.
"Well," he muttered (...) "there are more than enough vampires present." (...)
"Do you want me to bolt the doors so you can massacre the unsuspecting townsfolk?" I whispered conspiratorially.
"And where do you fit into that scheme?" He glared.
"Oh, I'm with the vampires, of course."
He smiled reluctantly. "Anything to get out of dancing."
9.15.2008
Tarzan of the Apes
Chapter I [Out to sea] p. 23
“Capitan Billings,” he drawled finally, “if you will pardon my candor, I might remark that you are something of an ass, don't you know.”
Chapter X [The Fear-Phantom] p. 95
He killed for food most often, but, being a man, he sometimes killed for pleasure, a thing which no other animal does; for it has remained for man alone among all creatures to kill senselessly and wantonly for the mere pleasure inflicting suffering and death.
Chapter XII [Man’s Reason] p. 113
When the awe-struck savages saw that the food disappeared over night they were filled with consternation and awe, for it was one thing to put food out to propitiate a god or a devil, but quite another thing to have the spirit really come into the village and eat it.
Chapter XIII [His Own Kind] p. 126
They were evidently no different from the black men−no more civilized than the apes−no less cruel than Sabor.
Chapter XXV [The Outpost of the World] p. 253
“I do not know why I should kill the blacks back there in my jungle, yet not kill them here. Suppose Numa, the lion, should spring out upon us, I should say, then, I presume: Good morning, Monsieur Numa, how is Madame Numa; eh?”
“Capitan Billings,” he drawled finally, “if you will pardon my candor, I might remark that you are something of an ass, don't you know.”
Chapter X [The Fear-Phantom] p. 95
He killed for food most often, but, being a man, he sometimes killed for pleasure, a thing which no other animal does; for it has remained for man alone among all creatures to kill senselessly and wantonly for the mere pleasure inflicting suffering and death.
Chapter XII [Man’s Reason] p. 113
When the awe-struck savages saw that the food disappeared over night they were filled with consternation and awe, for it was one thing to put food out to propitiate a god or a devil, but quite another thing to have the spirit really come into the village and eat it.
Chapter XIII [His Own Kind] p. 126
They were evidently no different from the black men−no more civilized than the apes−no less cruel than Sabor.
Chapter XXV [The Outpost of the World] p. 253
“I do not know why I should kill the blacks back there in my jungle, yet not kill them here. Suppose Numa, the lion, should spring out upon us, I should say, then, I presume: Good morning, Monsieur Numa, how is Madame Numa; eh?”
de Tarzan of the Apes
Ya subí las partes de the Silver Gryphon? no lo recuerdo... este gato ha tenido una semana de lo más dispersa y no recuerda muy bien lo que ha hecho. Habrá que revisarlo...
Pasé la tarde durmiendo y leyendo, como todo gato que se respete. Hoy empecé y terminé de leer Tarzan, de Edgar Rice Burroghs. Le damos medio miau de calificación.
No me parece el mejor libro de la historia y tuve que empezarlo tres veces antes de poder terminarlo, pero con todo me ha tenido toda la tarde leyendo, por eso merece medio miau. Hay partes que me confundieron, pero es posible que haya sido por el idioma más que por el escrito, la parte en la que explica la ceremonia de los simios tras la derrota de un enemigo me pareció profundamente confusa, casi todo el principio, siento que iba demasiado rápido. Pero igual, ya que le agarré el estilo me fue más sencillo terminarlo. De lo que me he quejado más es del final, se que no todo en esta vida es color de rosa como nos lo ha enseñado Disney, pero me pareció un final demasiado crudo. lonesome no se.
En cuanto a cosas que me saltaron a la vista. Cinco en total, si la memoria no me falla, la mayoría relacionadas a como el humano es la bestia más cruel... no puedo evitar pero sacar esas partes de los libros, por más cliché que resulten a veces, son mis partes favoritas.
Ahora no tengo tiempo de transcribir las frases, están dando las seis y es hora de que vaya a dormir, pero quería dejar algo escrito antes de que se me fuera toda la idea de la cabeza.
Miau, mis queridos congéneres! =^..^=
Pasé la tarde durmiendo y leyendo, como todo gato que se respete. Hoy empecé y terminé de leer Tarzan, de Edgar Rice Burroghs. Le damos medio miau de calificación.
No me parece el mejor libro de la historia y tuve que empezarlo tres veces antes de poder terminarlo, pero con todo me ha tenido toda la tarde leyendo, por eso merece medio miau. Hay partes que me confundieron, pero es posible que haya sido por el idioma más que por el escrito, la parte en la que explica la ceremonia de los simios tras la derrota de un enemigo me pareció profundamente confusa, casi todo el principio, siento que iba demasiado rápido. Pero igual, ya que le agarré el estilo me fue más sencillo terminarlo. De lo que me he quejado más es del final, se que no todo en esta vida es color de rosa como nos lo ha enseñado Disney, pero me pareció un final demasiado crudo. lonesome no se.
En cuanto a cosas que me saltaron a la vista. Cinco en total, si la memoria no me falla, la mayoría relacionadas a como el humano es la bestia más cruel... no puedo evitar pero sacar esas partes de los libros, por más cliché que resulten a veces, son mis partes favoritas.
Ahora no tengo tiempo de transcribir las frases, están dando las seis y es hora de que vaya a dormir, pero quería dejar algo escrito antes de que se me fuera toda la idea de la cabeza.
Miau, mis queridos congéneres! =^..^=
9.09.2008
new quotes
M encontré en la compu unas cosas que había sacado de The Jungle Book y q nunca subí, las subo ahora.
Aún tengo que transcribir la de The Silver Gryphon igual y lo hago ahorita que estoy en ánimo actualizador
Y aparentemente también tengo lo que no subí de mi intento de re-leer The Lord of the Rings y lo poco que ha salido de The Vampire Lestat
Casi tres hojas de frases, no pueden quejarse...
miau =^..^=
Aún tengo que transcribir la de The Silver Gryphon igual y lo hago ahorita que estoy en ánimo actualizador
Y aparentemente también tengo lo que no subí de mi intento de re-leer The Lord of the Rings y lo poco que ha salido de The Vampire Lestat
Casi tres hojas de frases, no pueden quejarse...
miau =^..^=
The Jungle Book
The Jungle Book
1 [Mowgli's Brothers] p.03, 04
The Law of the Jungle, which never orders anything without a reason, forbids every beast to eat Man except when he is killing to show his children how to kill,(...). The reason the beasts give among themselves is that Man is the weakest and most defenseless of all living things, and it is unsportsmanlike to touch him.
3 [Kaa's Hunting] p.32, 33, 34
It was then that Bagheera lifted up his dripping chin, and in despair gave the Snake's Call for protection—"We be of one blood, ye and I"—for he believed that Kaa had turned tail at the last minute. Even Baloo, half smothered under the monkeys on the edge of the terrace, could not help chuckling as he heard the Black Panther asking for help.
"I could not come before, Brother, but I think I heard thee call"—this was to Bagheera.
5 [Tiger! Tiger!] p. 49, 51
"They are not unlike the Pack, these brothers of thine," said Akela,
"Lead us again, O Akela. Lead us again, O Man-cub, for we be sick of this lawlessness, and we would be the Free People once more."
So Mowgli went away and hunted with the four cubs in the jungle from that day on. But he was not always alone, because, years afterward, he became a man and married.
But that is a story for grown-ups.
7 [The White Seal] p. 54, 57, 58
They fought in the breakers, they fought in the sand, and they fought on the smooth-worn basalt rocks of the nurseries, for they were just as stupid and unaccommodating as men.
Little seals can no more swim than little children, but they are unhappy till they learn.
They talked about the Pacific as boys would talk about a wood that they had been nutting in
9 [Rikki-Tikki-Tavi] p. 69, 77
At the hole where he went in
Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin.
Hear what little Red-Eye saith:
"Nag, come up and dance with death!"
He was a mongoose, rather like a little cat in his fur and his tail, but quite like a weasel in his head and his habits. His eyes and the end of his restless nose were pink. He could scratch himself anywhere he pleased with any leg, front or back, that he chose to use.
It is the hardest thing in the world to frighten a mongoose, because he is eaten up from nose to tail with curiosity. The motto of all the mongoose family is "Run and find out," and Rikki-tikki was a true mongoose.
Darzee was a feather-brained little fellow who could never hold more than one idea at a time in his head. And just because he knew that Nagaina's children were born in eggs like his own, he didn't think at first that it was fair to kill them. But his wife was a sensible bird, and she knew that cobra's eggs meant young cobras later on. So she flew off from the nest, and left Darzee to keep the babies warm, and continue his song about the death of Nag. Darzee was very like a man in some ways.
11 [Toomai of the Elephants] p. 89
The air was full of all the night noises that, taken together, make one big silence—
13 [Her Majesty's Servants] p. 107
The gun-bullocks got up to go. "Morning is coming," they said. "We will go back to our lines. It is true that we only see out of our eyes, and we are not very clever. But still, we are the only people to-night who have not been afraid. Good-night, you brave people."
The Second Jungle Book
1 [How Fear Came] p. 118
Hathi never does anything till the time comes, and that is one of the reasons why he lives so long.
3 [The Miracle of Purun Bhagat] p.128
That evening, at dinner in the big Viceregal tent, he stood up with the badge and the collar of the Order on his breast, and replying to the toast of his master's health, made a speech few Englishmen could have bettered.
Next month, when the city had returned to its sun-baked quiet, he did a thing no Englishman would have dreamed of doing; for, so far as the world's affairs went, he died.
5 [Letting in the Jungle] p. 143
The English, they had heard, were a perfectly mad people, who would not let honest farmers kill witches in peace.
1 [Mowgli's Brothers] p.03, 04
The Law of the Jungle, which never orders anything without a reason, forbids every beast to eat Man except when he is killing to show his children how to kill,(...). The reason the beasts give among themselves is that Man is the weakest and most defenseless of all living things, and it is unsportsmanlike to touch him.
3 [Kaa's Hunting] p.32, 33, 34
It was then that Bagheera lifted up his dripping chin, and in despair gave the Snake's Call for protection—"We be of one blood, ye and I"—for he believed that Kaa had turned tail at the last minute. Even Baloo, half smothered under the monkeys on the edge of the terrace, could not help chuckling as he heard the Black Panther asking for help.
"I could not come before, Brother, but I think I heard thee call"—this was to Bagheera.
5 [Tiger! Tiger!] p. 49, 51
"They are not unlike the Pack, these brothers of thine," said Akela,
"Lead us again, O Akela. Lead us again, O Man-cub, for we be sick of this lawlessness, and we would be the Free People once more."
So Mowgli went away and hunted with the four cubs in the jungle from that day on. But he was not always alone, because, years afterward, he became a man and married.
But that is a story for grown-ups.
7 [The White Seal] p. 54, 57, 58
They fought in the breakers, they fought in the sand, and they fought on the smooth-worn basalt rocks of the nurseries, for they were just as stupid and unaccommodating as men.
Little seals can no more swim than little children, but they are unhappy till they learn.
They talked about the Pacific as boys would talk about a wood that they had been nutting in
9 [Rikki-Tikki-Tavi] p. 69, 77
At the hole where he went in
Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin.
Hear what little Red-Eye saith:
"Nag, come up and dance with death!"
He was a mongoose, rather like a little cat in his fur and his tail, but quite like a weasel in his head and his habits. His eyes and the end of his restless nose were pink. He could scratch himself anywhere he pleased with any leg, front or back, that he chose to use.
It is the hardest thing in the world to frighten a mongoose, because he is eaten up from nose to tail with curiosity. The motto of all the mongoose family is "Run and find out," and Rikki-tikki was a true mongoose.
Darzee was a feather-brained little fellow who could never hold more than one idea at a time in his head. And just because he knew that Nagaina's children were born in eggs like his own, he didn't think at first that it was fair to kill them. But his wife was a sensible bird, and she knew that cobra's eggs meant young cobras later on. So she flew off from the nest, and left Darzee to keep the babies warm, and continue his song about the death of Nag. Darzee was very like a man in some ways.
11 [Toomai of the Elephants] p. 89
The air was full of all the night noises that, taken together, make one big silence—
13 [Her Majesty's Servants] p. 107
The gun-bullocks got up to go. "Morning is coming," they said. "We will go back to our lines. It is true that we only see out of our eyes, and we are not very clever. But still, we are the only people to-night who have not been afraid. Good-night, you brave people."
The Second Jungle Book
1 [How Fear Came] p. 118
Hathi never does anything till the time comes, and that is one of the reasons why he lives so long.
3 [The Miracle of Purun Bhagat] p.128
That evening, at dinner in the big Viceregal tent, he stood up with the badge and the collar of the Order on his breast, and replying to the toast of his master's health, made a speech few Englishmen could have bettered.
Next month, when the city had returned to its sun-baked quiet, he did a thing no Englishman would have dreamed of doing; for, so far as the world's affairs went, he died.
5 [Letting in the Jungle] p. 143
The English, they had heard, were a perfectly mad people, who would not let honest farmers kill witches in peace.
The Vampire Lestat
Part IV - The Children Of Darkness
3. p. 170 "I never lie, " I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.
Part VI - On The Devil's Road From Paris To Cairo
3 p.263
The British, they always have information. They drag their damned Indian tea and their London Times with them wherever they go.
3. p. 170 "I never lie, " I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.
Part VI - On The Devil's Road From Paris To Cairo
3 p.263
The British, they always have information. They drag their damned Indian tea and their London Times with them wherever they go.
The Lord of The Rings ~ The Fellowship of The Ring
Prologue
This book is largely concerned with Hobbits, and from its pages a reader may discover much of their character and a little of their history.
BOOK I
Chapter 1 [A Long-expected Party] p. 25
I might find somewhere where I can finish my book. I have thought of a nice ending for it: 'and he lived happily ever after to the end of his days.'
Chapter 2 [The Shadow of the Past] p. 49
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life.
Chapter 3 [Three is Company] p. 56
Frodo did not offer her any tea.
Chapter 4 [A Short Cut to Mushrooms] p. 71
"Come and have your breakfast. The bread tastes almost as good as it did last night. I did not want to leave you any, but Sam insisted."
This book is largely concerned with Hobbits, and from its pages a reader may discover much of their character and a little of their history.
BOOK I
Chapter 1 [A Long-expected Party] p. 25
I might find somewhere where I can finish my book. I have thought of a nice ending for it: 'and he lived happily ever after to the end of his days.'
Chapter 2 [The Shadow of the Past] p. 49
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life.
Chapter 3 [Three is Company] p. 56
Frodo did not offer her any tea.
Chapter 4 [A Short Cut to Mushrooms] p. 71
"Come and have your breakfast. The bread tastes almost as good as it did last night. I did not want to leave you any, but Sam insisted."
7.22.2008
The White Gryphon
[Chapter Two] p.47
Young gryphons went straight from the crawling stage into the full-tilt running stage, much like kittens, and like kittens they had three modes of operation−“play,” “starving,” and “sleep.”
[Chapter Eight] p.261
“You might as well talk because I’11 continue to make you feel guilty until you tell me what I want to know. I’m very good at it−as you very well know.”
Damn him. He is good at it. All he has to do is put on a certain expression−or drop the right word or two. He could have been my mother.
[Chapter Nine] p.313
“Skan should have a bodyguard, and he won’t listen to anyone but me. Granted, he doesn’t often listen to me either, but at least I have a better chance of getting through to him.
[Chapter Ten] p.347
He’d never actually seen anyone grind his teeth with rage before. It was something you could actually hear−and all this time he’d thought it was just a cliché.
[Chapter Eleven] p.392
“They’re going to make me vain,” Skan remarked, as yet another casket of jeweled collars and ear-tuft cuffs went into the packing crate.(...)
Amberdrake laughed, as he reclined on the only couch in this room. “No they won’t. You already are.”
Young gryphons went straight from the crawling stage into the full-tilt running stage, much like kittens, and like kittens they had three modes of operation−“play,” “starving,” and “sleep.”
[Chapter Eight] p.261
“You might as well talk because I’11 continue to make you feel guilty until you tell me what I want to know. I’m very good at it−as you very well know.”
Damn him. He is good at it. All he has to do is put on a certain expression−or drop the right word or two. He could have been my mother.
[Chapter Nine] p.313
“Skan should have a bodyguard, and he won’t listen to anyone but me. Granted, he doesn’t often listen to me either, but at least I have a better chance of getting through to him.
[Chapter Ten] p.347
He’d never actually seen anyone grind his teeth with rage before. It was something you could actually hear−and all this time he’d thought it was just a cliché.
[Chapter Eleven] p.392
“They’re going to make me vain,” Skan remarked, as yet another casket of jeweled collars and ear-tuft cuffs went into the packing crate.(...)
Amberdrake laughed, as he reclined on the only couch in this room. “No they won’t. You already are.”
6.03.2008
The Black Gryphon
[Chapter One] p.22
Well, death is inevitable anyway, so dying for the right reason is...
Just as final.
Stupid gryphon.
[Chapter Two] p.43
A frowning Healer was a bad omen;
[Chapter Three] p.73, 78
But the onlt people who came near him were those he was supposed to be grateful to−how annoying!−
But he still wanted to bite−so hi did. The camp could find another pillow somewhere.
“I am only one sssstupid grrryphon, afterrr all.”
“True.” Urtho sighed again. “But you are a very special stupid gryphon;(...)”
[Chapter Four] p.96, 100, 123
the Black Gryphon was the Black Gryphon, and black he would remain.
“Not Gesten, he enjoys suffering. He enjoys letting you know he’s suffering even more,”
Skan’s cures for boredom are reading, sleeping, and teasing his friends, in that order.(...)”
[Chapter Five] p.132
Bad enough that as humans you are always in season−”
“And you are not?” Arubi rumbled from the background.
“What?” Skan asked. “Did I hear something?”
“No,” Arubi replied. “I am asleep. You heard nothing.”
“Well, greatest of the sky-warriors,” he said lightly, with a teasing glance to the side, “I think you won’t have any real need for us in the next few hours, so we’ll go tend to those with greater hurts and smaller egos.”
[Chapter Seven] p.183
Skan reminded absolutely motionless, except for the very end of his tail, which flopped and twitched like a fish on land. Like a cat, the end of his tail betrayed his mental state.
[Chapter Twelve] p.313
“Gesten, this used mope would like to know if you’re willing to help him look more like a gryphon.”
[Chapter Thirteen] p.325
they shared nothing except company.
[Chapter Fifteen] p.368
a neat and orderly living space is the sign of a dangerously sick mind,
But the youngster was ade of sterner stuff than most, and oviously was not going to be rattled simply by the stare of an unfriendly carnivore with a beak large and sharp enough to make short work of his torso.
[Chapter Sixteen] p.416
he could not have said truthfully that he had a “favorite” Clan, but of all of them, k’Leshya held the greatest number of his favorite Kaled’a’in.
Well, death is inevitable anyway, so dying for the right reason is...
Just as final.
Stupid gryphon.
[Chapter Two] p.43
A frowning Healer was a bad omen;
[Chapter Three] p.73, 78
But the onlt people who came near him were those he was supposed to be grateful to−how annoying!−
But he still wanted to bite−so hi did. The camp could find another pillow somewhere.
“I am only one sssstupid grrryphon, afterrr all.”
“True.” Urtho sighed again. “But you are a very special stupid gryphon;(...)”
[Chapter Four] p.96, 100, 123
the Black Gryphon was the Black Gryphon, and black he would remain.
“Not Gesten, he enjoys suffering. He enjoys letting you know he’s suffering even more,”
Skan’s cures for boredom are reading, sleeping, and teasing his friends, in that order.(...)”
[Chapter Five] p.132
Bad enough that as humans you are always in season−”
“And you are not?” Arubi rumbled from the background.
“What?” Skan asked. “Did I hear something?”
“No,” Arubi replied. “I am asleep. You heard nothing.”
“Well, greatest of the sky-warriors,” he said lightly, with a teasing glance to the side, “I think you won’t have any real need for us in the next few hours, so we’ll go tend to those with greater hurts and smaller egos.”
[Chapter Seven] p.183
Skan reminded absolutely motionless, except for the very end of his tail, which flopped and twitched like a fish on land. Like a cat, the end of his tail betrayed his mental state.
[Chapter Twelve] p.313
“Gesten, this used mope would like to know if you’re willing to help him look more like a gryphon.”
[Chapter Thirteen] p.325
they shared nothing except company.
[Chapter Fifteen] p.368
a neat and orderly living space is the sign of a dangerously sick mind,
But the youngster was ade of sterner stuff than most, and oviously was not going to be rattled simply by the stare of an unfriendly carnivore with a beak large and sharp enough to make short work of his torso.
[Chapter Sixteen] p.416
he could not have said truthfully that he had a “favorite” Clan, but of all of them, k’Leshya held the greatest number of his favorite Kaled’a’in.
5.26.2008
El Juego del Ángel
Primer Acto, La Ciudad de los Malditos
[Capítulo 1] p.9, 12, 13
Un escritor nunca olvida la primera vez que acepta unas monedas o un elogio a cambio de una historia. Nunca olvida la primera vez que siente el dulce veneno de la vanidad en la sangre y cree que, si consigue que nadie descubra su falta de talento, el sueño de la literatura será capaz de poner techo sobre su cabeza, un plato caliente al final del día y lo que más anhela: su nombre impreso en un miserable pedazo de papel que seguramente vivirá más que él. Un escritor está condenado a recordar ese momento, porque para entonces ya está perdido y su alma tiene precio.
Si yo tuviese una centésima parte de los duros que le sobran a él, me hubiese dedicado a escribir sonetos, y los pajaritos vendrían a comer de mi mano embelesados por mi bondad y buen duende.
−(...)A ver, ¿Qué piensa usted del uso generoso e indiscriminado de adverbios y adjetivos?
−Que es una vergüenza y debería estar tipificado en el código penal −respondí con la convicción del converso militante.
[Capítulo 6] p.69
−Ya tengo la mejor secretaria que podía tener. Es más inteligente que yo, infinitamente más trabajadora y cuando sonríe incluso me parece que este cochino mundo tiene algo de futuro.
[Capítulo 6] p.82
Igniatus B. Samson debía producir una media de 6,66 páginas de manuscrito útil al día para cumplir los términos del contrato, lo cual era una locura, pero tenía la ventaja de no dejarme mucho tiempo libre para que me diese cuenta.
[Capítulo 15] p.127, 131
−(...)Y nosotros somos seres humanos. Yo, mi socio y Herminia, que siendo mujer y criatura de sensibilidad delicada es la más humana de todos, ¿no es así Herminia?
−Humanísima −convino la Veneno.
−David, hay cosas de las que tú y yo no hemos hablado nunca...
−De fútbol, por ejemplo.
[Capítulo 17] p.143
Ya se que la ponen por las nubes en todos los diarios y eso casi siempre es mala señal,
[Capítulo 24] p.184
−Tenía usted razón −dije.
−Suelo tenerla −replicó Corelli−. Es un hábito que raramente me proporciona alguna satisfacción. A veces pienso que pocas cosas me agradarían más que tener la certeza de haberme equivocado.
Segundo Acto, Lux Aeterna
[Capítulo 2] p.212, 214, 215, 216
(...)debería haberme llenado de pesar y congoja, pero entre mi conciencia y yo fuimos incapaces de sentir algo más allá de la más placentera indiferencia.
−Si me gustase no sería un favor, sería un placer. Y si el favor es para usted, lo será.
−Magistral. Mejor que el noventa y nueve por ciento de lo que he visto publicado en los últimos veinte años.
−Espero que me cuente usted en el restante uno por ciento o daré mi vanidad por pisoteada y apuñalada a la trapera.
−(...)Al parecer, el par de benditos que tiene por padres están convencidos de que esto de la literatura la va a condenar al infierno o a una soltería laica y dudan entre meterla a monja o casarla con algún cretino que le haga ocho hijos y la entierre para siempre entre sartenes y cacerolas. Si no hace usted algo para salvarla, es el equivalente a un asesinato.
[Capítulo 5] p.228, 231
(...)para una vez que encuentro a un escritor de carne y hueso, con mi suerto no sería raro que fuera y se tragase una oliva por el lado que no toca y ahí tiene usted el fin de mi carrera literaria
−¿Por qué? ¿El relato le da sueño?
−¿Qué hora es, Isabella?
−Deben ser las diez de la mañana.
−¿Y eso significa?
−...que no hay sarcasmo hasta el mediodía
[Capítulo 10] p.275, 277
−¿No le ha disparado mi padre con la escopeta?
−Se le había acabado la munición y ha decidido lanzarme todos estos tarros de mermelada y trozos de manchego.
−La primera norma es que esto no es Mujercitas y que aquí no nos damos abrazos ni nos echamos a llorar a la primera de cambio.
[Capítulo 12] p.289
−¿Cómo ha pasado la semana, Martín?
−Leyendo.
Me miró brevemente.
−Por su expresión de aburrimiento sospecho que no a don Alejandro Dumas.
[Capítulo 13] p.294, 296, 298
Yo creía en el desorden categorizado; Isabella no. Yo creía que los objetos encuentran su propio lugar en el caos de una vivienda; Isabella no.
De seguir así las cosas se iban a terminar por cumplir mis peores temores e íbamos a acabar por hacernos amigos.
−(...)La justicia es una rara enfermedad en un mundo por lo demás sano como un roble.
[Capítulo 14] p.302, 303
−El día que le cobre yo a un descreído como usted por la palabra de Dios será el día que me fulmine un rayo destructor; y con razón.
−(...)Un hombre ha de tener vicios, a ser posible de categoría, o cuando llega a la vejez no tiene de que redimirse.
[Capítulo 18] p.320, 324
(...)casi cualquier intriga de mediana solidez, incluidas las pasionales, nace y muere con olor a dinero y propiedad inmobiliaria.
−(...)Pero si quiere puede compartir conmigo un suculento almuerzo de pan con pasas y queso fresco de Burgos. Con eso y el conde de Montecristi se pueden sobrevivir cien años.
[Capítulo 30] p.404, 406, 409
−(...)Ya sabe cómo son las mujeres.
−Sí, ya lo sé −replicó Sempere hijo en un tono que dejaba claro que sabía muchas cosas, pero de aquélla no tenía ni la más remota idea.
−No me sea pudendo, que estamos entre caballeros y sabido es que los hombres somos el eslabón perdido entre el pirata y el cerdo.
−No tema, señor Sempere, que los libros on la única cosa en este mundo que no se roba
−En la cama sólo vale la pena estar cuando se es joven y hay buena compañía.
[Capítulo 31] p.415
Puse la mano derecha sobre el libro de recetas y levanté la izquierda.
−Lo juro sobre Las 101 mejores recetas de la cocina francesa −declaré.
−Se jura con la otra mano.
[Capítulo 39] p.467
La gente normal trae hijos al mundo; los novelistas traemos libros. Estamos condenados a dejarnos la vida en ellos, aunque casi nunca lo agradezcan.
Tercer Acto, El Juego del Ángel
[Capítulo 8] p.533
Una vez fuera del recinto del sanatorio y sin la bata blanca, el doctor Sanjuán ofrecía una presencia más relajada y afable.
−Sin el uniforme casi no le había reconocido −aventuré.
−La medicina es como el ejército. Sin hábito no hay monje −replicó.
[Capítulo 13] p.564
Ahí encontré un café abierto en el que se había congregado una nutrida parroquia de vecinos que discutían airadamente de política o de fútbol; era difícil de determinar.
[Capítulo 16] p.586
−La culpa y el remordimiento no tienen significado. Son sentimientos, emociones, no ideas.
[Capítulo 23] p.637
−Viajarán ustedes a través del cielo de Barcelona a unos setenta metros de altitud por encima de las aguas del puerto, gozando de las vistas más espectaculares de toda la ciudad, hasta ahora sólo al alcance de golondrinas, gaviotas y otras criaturas dotadas por el Altísimo de ensamblaje plumífero.
[Capítulo 1] p.9, 12, 13
Un escritor nunca olvida la primera vez que acepta unas monedas o un elogio a cambio de una historia. Nunca olvida la primera vez que siente el dulce veneno de la vanidad en la sangre y cree que, si consigue que nadie descubra su falta de talento, el sueño de la literatura será capaz de poner techo sobre su cabeza, un plato caliente al final del día y lo que más anhela: su nombre impreso en un miserable pedazo de papel que seguramente vivirá más que él. Un escritor está condenado a recordar ese momento, porque para entonces ya está perdido y su alma tiene precio.
Si yo tuviese una centésima parte de los duros que le sobran a él, me hubiese dedicado a escribir sonetos, y los pajaritos vendrían a comer de mi mano embelesados por mi bondad y buen duende.
−(...)A ver, ¿Qué piensa usted del uso generoso e indiscriminado de adverbios y adjetivos?
−Que es una vergüenza y debería estar tipificado en el código penal −respondí con la convicción del converso militante.
[Capítulo 6] p.69
−Ya tengo la mejor secretaria que podía tener. Es más inteligente que yo, infinitamente más trabajadora y cuando sonríe incluso me parece que este cochino mundo tiene algo de futuro.
[Capítulo 6] p.82
Igniatus B. Samson debía producir una media de 6,66 páginas de manuscrito útil al día para cumplir los términos del contrato, lo cual era una locura, pero tenía la ventaja de no dejarme mucho tiempo libre para que me diese cuenta.
[Capítulo 15] p.127, 131
−(...)Y nosotros somos seres humanos. Yo, mi socio y Herminia, que siendo mujer y criatura de sensibilidad delicada es la más humana de todos, ¿no es así Herminia?
−Humanísima −convino la Veneno.
−David, hay cosas de las que tú y yo no hemos hablado nunca...
−De fútbol, por ejemplo.
[Capítulo 17] p.143
Ya se que la ponen por las nubes en todos los diarios y eso casi siempre es mala señal,
[Capítulo 24] p.184
−Tenía usted razón −dije.
−Suelo tenerla −replicó Corelli−. Es un hábito que raramente me proporciona alguna satisfacción. A veces pienso que pocas cosas me agradarían más que tener la certeza de haberme equivocado.
Segundo Acto, Lux Aeterna
[Capítulo 2] p.212, 214, 215, 216
(...)debería haberme llenado de pesar y congoja, pero entre mi conciencia y yo fuimos incapaces de sentir algo más allá de la más placentera indiferencia.
−Si me gustase no sería un favor, sería un placer. Y si el favor es para usted, lo será.
−Magistral. Mejor que el noventa y nueve por ciento de lo que he visto publicado en los últimos veinte años.
−Espero que me cuente usted en el restante uno por ciento o daré mi vanidad por pisoteada y apuñalada a la trapera.
−(...)Al parecer, el par de benditos que tiene por padres están convencidos de que esto de la literatura la va a condenar al infierno o a una soltería laica y dudan entre meterla a monja o casarla con algún cretino que le haga ocho hijos y la entierre para siempre entre sartenes y cacerolas. Si no hace usted algo para salvarla, es el equivalente a un asesinato.
[Capítulo 5] p.228, 231
(...)para una vez que encuentro a un escritor de carne y hueso, con mi suerto no sería raro que fuera y se tragase una oliva por el lado que no toca y ahí tiene usted el fin de mi carrera literaria
−¿Por qué? ¿El relato le da sueño?
−¿Qué hora es, Isabella?
−Deben ser las diez de la mañana.
−¿Y eso significa?
−...que no hay sarcasmo hasta el mediodía
[Capítulo 10] p.275, 277
−¿No le ha disparado mi padre con la escopeta?
−Se le había acabado la munición y ha decidido lanzarme todos estos tarros de mermelada y trozos de manchego.
−La primera norma es que esto no es Mujercitas y que aquí no nos damos abrazos ni nos echamos a llorar a la primera de cambio.
[Capítulo 12] p.289
−¿Cómo ha pasado la semana, Martín?
−Leyendo.
Me miró brevemente.
−Por su expresión de aburrimiento sospecho que no a don Alejandro Dumas.
[Capítulo 13] p.294, 296, 298
Yo creía en el desorden categorizado; Isabella no. Yo creía que los objetos encuentran su propio lugar en el caos de una vivienda; Isabella no.
De seguir así las cosas se iban a terminar por cumplir mis peores temores e íbamos a acabar por hacernos amigos.
−(...)La justicia es una rara enfermedad en un mundo por lo demás sano como un roble.
[Capítulo 14] p.302, 303
−El día que le cobre yo a un descreído como usted por la palabra de Dios será el día que me fulmine un rayo destructor; y con razón.
−(...)Un hombre ha de tener vicios, a ser posible de categoría, o cuando llega a la vejez no tiene de que redimirse.
[Capítulo 18] p.320, 324
(...)casi cualquier intriga de mediana solidez, incluidas las pasionales, nace y muere con olor a dinero y propiedad inmobiliaria.
−(...)Pero si quiere puede compartir conmigo un suculento almuerzo de pan con pasas y queso fresco de Burgos. Con eso y el conde de Montecristi se pueden sobrevivir cien años.
[Capítulo 30] p.404, 406, 409
−(...)Ya sabe cómo son las mujeres.
−Sí, ya lo sé −replicó Sempere hijo en un tono que dejaba claro que sabía muchas cosas, pero de aquélla no tenía ni la más remota idea.
−No me sea pudendo, que estamos entre caballeros y sabido es que los hombres somos el eslabón perdido entre el pirata y el cerdo.
−No tema, señor Sempere, que los libros on la única cosa en este mundo que no se roba
−En la cama sólo vale la pena estar cuando se es joven y hay buena compañía.
[Capítulo 31] p.415
Puse la mano derecha sobre el libro de recetas y levanté la izquierda.
−Lo juro sobre Las 101 mejores recetas de la cocina francesa −declaré.
−Se jura con la otra mano.
[Capítulo 39] p.467
La gente normal trae hijos al mundo; los novelistas traemos libros. Estamos condenados a dejarnos la vida en ellos, aunque casi nunca lo agradezcan.
Tercer Acto, El Juego del Ángel
[Capítulo 8] p.533
Una vez fuera del recinto del sanatorio y sin la bata blanca, el doctor Sanjuán ofrecía una presencia más relajada y afable.
−Sin el uniforme casi no le había reconocido −aventuré.
−La medicina es como el ejército. Sin hábito no hay monje −replicó.
[Capítulo 13] p.564
Ahí encontré un café abierto en el que se había congregado una nutrida parroquia de vecinos que discutían airadamente de política o de fútbol; era difícil de determinar.
[Capítulo 16] p.586
−La culpa y el remordimiento no tienen significado. Son sentimientos, emociones, no ideas.
[Capítulo 23] p.637
−Viajarán ustedes a través del cielo de Barcelona a unos setenta metros de altitud por encima de las aguas del puerto, gozando de las vistas más espectaculares de toda la ciudad, hasta ahora sólo al alcance de golondrinas, gaviotas y otras criaturas dotadas por el Altísimo de ensamblaje plumífero.
3.05.2008
No Habrá Final Feliz
Capítulo I ~ p.18,19,20
Al llegar a avenida Hidalgo se acercó a la bola que estaba contemplando cómo un cortocircuito en el motor había incendiado una panel de la policía.
Dos agentes uniformados trataban de apagarlo sin que nadie se ofreciera voluntario para echarles una mano. Ah qué los mexicanos, mirones y malosos con la ley, pensó cuando la panel estalló en medio de un bellísimo fuego de artificio. Los mirones, que sumaban cerca de un centenar, aplaudieron y luego comenzaron a retirarse ante las miradas de odio de uno de los policías, que traía un máuser en las manos.
−’Tubo buena la explosión −dijo un vendedor de lotería.
Héctor asintió.
−Lástima que no volaron los dos culeros esos −dijo un preparatoriano cargado de libros que pasó veloz a su lado para tomar el camión.
−Lástima −dijo una vendedora de elotes a la que los dos policías estaban extorsionando cuando se inició el fuego y que recuperaba el carrito encargado con dos niños.
−Lástima −repitió Héctor. Encendió otro cigarrillo y se fue a comer.
Se le estaba quedando la boca chueca de mantener el humor controlado con una media sonrisa.
Capítulo III [Zorak] ~ p.45
(...)la televisión es la patria, la televisión en cadena nacional es México, todo lo demás es mentira.
Capítulo VII ~ p.89
Héctor avanzó hacia los dos cuerpos mientras El Gallo celosamente convertido en pistolero de novela de Marcial Lafuente Estefanía, lo cubría sosteniendo el colt con las dos manos y apuntando hacia los cuerpos caídos a media calle, en una postura aprendida en los programas policiacos de la televisión.
Capítulo VIII [Los Halcones] ~ p.104
El que se apantalle por ver a un par de millares de azulejos no ha vivido
Había corrido el rumor de que si se metía una papa en el tubo de escape de un antimotín, tronaba como sapo, y las miradas curiosas iban al diámetro del tubo de escape y calculaban el espesor de la papa que por cierto se nos había olvidado traer, quizá por brutos, probablemente por incrédulos.
Capítulo XIII ~ p.174, 175
Los pasos van conduciendo hacia Bucareli, hacia la sorda zona de luz y tráfico, hacia el despacho bullanguero, hacia los viejos muebles y las viejas sensaciones. Tierra peligrosa pero amiga.
Cuando se bajó del camión en Artículo 123, la lluvia arreciaba. No debería estar lloviendo en diciembre.
En la tienda de discos de la esquina, sonaban los Platters, aquel Only You de los bailes de quince años, que llenaba la magia de los cuartos de departamentos clase media, los patios sucios de la escuela.
Cruzó la calle en medio de la lluvia, saltando los charcos, tratando de ver algo en medio de aquellas trombas de agua que caían sobre él.
−Don Jelónimo, tres cafés y una docena de donas, para llevar.
−No me diga Jelónimo, joven −dijo el chino.
Héctor le dedicó su mejor sonrisa.
Mientras le servían los cafés en tazas de plástico, dos coches se detuvieron en Artículo 123 frente a las puertas del edificio de oficinas. Héctor, de espaldas a la calle, pagó las donas y tomó las tazas de café cubiertas con servilletas (de todas maneras con solo cruzar la calle se llenarían de agua), organizó como equilibrista los cafés y la bolsa y salió a la lluvia.
Uno de los choferes lo vio casi en el mismo instante en que Héctor desentrañaba el peligro en las sombras de los coches negros sacudidos por la lluvia. El primer tiro pasó a un metro de su cara destrozando la vidriera del café de chinos y atravesando el brazo de un bolero que había entrado a cubrirse del chaparrón.
Héctor tiró las donas y los cafés al sueño y sacando la pistola comenzó a disparar corriendo en diagonal sobre los charcos.
Su segundo disparo perforó el cráneo de uno de los Halcones que trataba de salir del coche sin meter los pies en una coladera.
Corrió disparando. Acertó un segundo tiro en la pierna de un Halcón que salía del edificio. Estaba a punto de cubrirse con la estructura de metal del puesto de periódicos cuando una descarga de escopeta lo prendió por la mitad del cuerpo haciéndolo saltar en el aire, desgarrado, quebrado.
Al caer en el charco, estaba casi muerto. La mano se hundió en el agua sucia y trató de asir algo, de tener algo, de impedir que algo se fuera. Luego, quedó inmóvil. Un hombre se acercó y pateó su cara dos veces. Se subieron a los coches y se fueron.
Sobre el cadáver de Héctor Belascoarán Shayne, siguió lloviendo.
Al llegar a avenida Hidalgo se acercó a la bola que estaba contemplando cómo un cortocircuito en el motor había incendiado una panel de la policía.
Dos agentes uniformados trataban de apagarlo sin que nadie se ofreciera voluntario para echarles una mano. Ah qué los mexicanos, mirones y malosos con la ley, pensó cuando la panel estalló en medio de un bellísimo fuego de artificio. Los mirones, que sumaban cerca de un centenar, aplaudieron y luego comenzaron a retirarse ante las miradas de odio de uno de los policías, que traía un máuser en las manos.
−’Tubo buena la explosión −dijo un vendedor de lotería.
Héctor asintió.
−Lástima que no volaron los dos culeros esos −dijo un preparatoriano cargado de libros que pasó veloz a su lado para tomar el camión.
−Lástima −dijo una vendedora de elotes a la que los dos policías estaban extorsionando cuando se inició el fuego y que recuperaba el carrito encargado con dos niños.
−Lástima −repitió Héctor. Encendió otro cigarrillo y se fue a comer.
Se le estaba quedando la boca chueca de mantener el humor controlado con una media sonrisa.
Capítulo III [Zorak] ~ p.45
(...)la televisión es la patria, la televisión en cadena nacional es México, todo lo demás es mentira.
Capítulo VII ~ p.89
Héctor avanzó hacia los dos cuerpos mientras El Gallo celosamente convertido en pistolero de novela de Marcial Lafuente Estefanía, lo cubría sosteniendo el colt con las dos manos y apuntando hacia los cuerpos caídos a media calle, en una postura aprendida en los programas policiacos de la televisión.
Capítulo VIII [Los Halcones] ~ p.104
El que se apantalle por ver a un par de millares de azulejos no ha vivido
Había corrido el rumor de que si se metía una papa en el tubo de escape de un antimotín, tronaba como sapo, y las miradas curiosas iban al diámetro del tubo de escape y calculaban el espesor de la papa que por cierto se nos había olvidado traer, quizá por brutos, probablemente por incrédulos.
Capítulo XIII ~ p.174, 175
Los pasos van conduciendo hacia Bucareli, hacia la sorda zona de luz y tráfico, hacia el despacho bullanguero, hacia los viejos muebles y las viejas sensaciones. Tierra peligrosa pero amiga.
Cuando se bajó del camión en Artículo 123, la lluvia arreciaba. No debería estar lloviendo en diciembre.
En la tienda de discos de la esquina, sonaban los Platters, aquel Only You de los bailes de quince años, que llenaba la magia de los cuartos de departamentos clase media, los patios sucios de la escuela.
Cruzó la calle en medio de la lluvia, saltando los charcos, tratando de ver algo en medio de aquellas trombas de agua que caían sobre él.
−Don Jelónimo, tres cafés y una docena de donas, para llevar.
−No me diga Jelónimo, joven −dijo el chino.
Héctor le dedicó su mejor sonrisa.
Mientras le servían los cafés en tazas de plástico, dos coches se detuvieron en Artículo 123 frente a las puertas del edificio de oficinas. Héctor, de espaldas a la calle, pagó las donas y tomó las tazas de café cubiertas con servilletas (de todas maneras con solo cruzar la calle se llenarían de agua), organizó como equilibrista los cafés y la bolsa y salió a la lluvia.
Uno de los choferes lo vio casi en el mismo instante en que Héctor desentrañaba el peligro en las sombras de los coches negros sacudidos por la lluvia. El primer tiro pasó a un metro de su cara destrozando la vidriera del café de chinos y atravesando el brazo de un bolero que había entrado a cubrirse del chaparrón.
Héctor tiró las donas y los cafés al sueño y sacando la pistola comenzó a disparar corriendo en diagonal sobre los charcos.
Su segundo disparo perforó el cráneo de uno de los Halcones que trataba de salir del coche sin meter los pies en una coladera.
Corrió disparando. Acertó un segundo tiro en la pierna de un Halcón que salía del edificio. Estaba a punto de cubrirse con la estructura de metal del puesto de periódicos cuando una descarga de escopeta lo prendió por la mitad del cuerpo haciéndolo saltar en el aire, desgarrado, quebrado.
Al caer en el charco, estaba casi muerto. La mano se hundió en el agua sucia y trató de asir algo, de tener algo, de impedir que algo se fuera. Luego, quedó inmóvil. Un hombre se acercó y pateó su cara dos veces. Se subieron a los coches y se fueron.
Sobre el cadáver de Héctor Belascoarán Shayne, siguió lloviendo.
11.16.2007
Dragons of Autumn Twilight
BOOK 1
6 [Night in a cave. Dissension. Tanis decides.] p.52
At least some things never changed, dwarves among them.
9 [Flight! The white stag.] p.75, 76
“I say we throw the dwarf off the mountain,” growled Caramon to Tanis.
Tanis grinned. “He'd rattle all the way down and give away our position.”
“How certain is one of anything, Half-Elven?” the mage replied. “I am not certain of drawing my next breath. But go ahead. Walk into the wood that no living man has ever walked out of. Death is life's one great certainty, Tanis.”
10 [Darken Wood. The dead walk. Raistlin's magic.] p.84
Well, there we were, listening to the old man talking of Huma and he−the old man, not Huma−
11 [The Forestmaster. A peaceful interlude.] p92
the creatures call themselves ‘draconians’ and speak of belonging to the ‘Order of Draco.’”
(Draco would be pleased ^^ xD)
12 [Winged sleep. Smoke in the east. Dark memories.] p.97, 99
Never in his wildest kender imaginings had he dreamed of flying. This was worth fighting all the draconians on Krynn.
Mortals were not meant to fly.
15 [Escape, The well. Death on black wings.] p.129
He could only stare in horror and awe and marvel at the creature's deadly beauty.
16 [A bitter choice. The greatest gift.] p.136
“It's hair from the mane of a griffon.”
Caramon guffawed. “Griffon!” He snorted. “There's about as many griffons on Krynn as there are−”
“Dragons,” interjected Raistlin smoothly.
17 [The Paths of the Dead. Raistlin s new friends.] p.139
He was very proud of it and was deeply wounded when Caramon told him it would be of use if they ran into any ferocious rabbits.
19 [One broken city. Highbulp Phudge I, the Great.] p.168
“We're in this together.”
(*all in East High costumes, again!* demasiado HSM para mi... u-u)
22 [Bupu's gift. An ominous sight.] p.197
The city that was dead was now buried.
BOOK 2
3 [The slave caravan. A strange old magician.] p.222
The tree did not respond. It also did not move.
5 [The Speaker of the Suns.] p.245
At sight of her, Caramon's mouth sagged open. Riverwind's eyes widened. Even Raistlin stared, his eyes seeing beauty at last, for no hint of decay touched the young elfmaiden. Her hair was honey pouring from a pitcher; it spilled over her arms and down her back, past her waist, touching her wrists as she stood with her arms at her sides. Her skin was smooth and woodland brown.
7 [Farewell. The companions' decision.] p.254
“I know not, Tanis. But-you right. There power be, within Old One. I feel great power. I fear.” His eyes gleamed. “And I hunger!”
(so like his brother...)
8 [Doubts. Ambush!. A new friend.] p.258, 260
“Quith-pa,” said Gilthanas. “Iron rations, in your language. It will last us for many weeks, if need be.”
“It looks like dried fruit!” Caramon said in disgust.
“That's what it is,” Tanis replied, grinning.
Caramon groaned.
“What is it?” piped Tasslehoff. “I can't see!”
“Shhh!” Tanis glared at the kender, and Tas clapped his own hand over his own mouth to save Tanis the trouble.
9 [Suspicions grow. The Sla-Mori.] p.272
“What a beautiful sword,” Tasslehoff said, his shrill voice breaking the reverent silence. Tanis glared at him sternly. “I'm not going to take it!” the kender protested, looking wounded. “I just mentioned it, as an item of interest.”
10 [The Royal Guard. The Chain Room.] p.277, 280, 281
“It's not that I'm afraid,” Tas confided in a whisper to Flint. “It's just that I'd rather be somewhere else.”
“Looks real to me!” Caramon said, staring at the door suspiciously. “It's even got hinges!”
“Of course, it does,” Flint snorted. “We don't build false doors to look false-even a gully dwarf knows that.”
“The dwarves slipped up,” he said, grinning at Flint. “This is a false door that looks false.”
“And therefore not to be trusted,” Flint said flatly.
“Bah, dwarves have bad days like everyone else,” Eben said, bending down to try the catch.
11 [Lost. The plan. Betrayed!] p.289
Sturm and Caramon and Eben exchanged quick glances-three humans sticking togehter against the elves, he caught himself thinking. But perhaps I'm just as bad, believing in Gilthanas because he's an elf.
12 [The parable of the gem. Traitor revealed. Tas s dilemma.] p.296
If the milk's spilled, the cat will drink it,
15 [The Dragon Highlord. Matafleur's children.] p.325
There was no need for talk among these men, nor was there need for talk between enemies. Respect, grudging as it may be, was apparent on both sides. As for the battlerage, that was unnecessary. This would be fought coolly. The major victor would be death.
[The Wedding] p.328, 333, 334, 335
the gully dwarves stood on top of the walls throwing rocks, dead rats, and occasionally each other down on the frustrated draconians.
The company of the dark-souled, cynical mage seemed more suited to him tonight than music and laughter.
“Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it.”
Nameless and lovely, more lovely because she was nameless,
6 [Night in a cave. Dissension. Tanis decides.] p.52
At least some things never changed, dwarves among them.
9 [Flight! The white stag.] p.75, 76
“I say we throw the dwarf off the mountain,” growled Caramon to Tanis.
Tanis grinned. “He'd rattle all the way down and give away our position.”
“How certain is one of anything, Half-Elven?” the mage replied. “I am not certain of drawing my next breath. But go ahead. Walk into the wood that no living man has ever walked out of. Death is life's one great certainty, Tanis.”
10 [Darken Wood. The dead walk. Raistlin's magic.] p.84
Well, there we were, listening to the old man talking of Huma and he−the old man, not Huma−
11 [The Forestmaster. A peaceful interlude.] p92
the creatures call themselves ‘draconians’ and speak of belonging to the ‘Order of Draco.’”
(Draco would be pleased ^^ xD)
12 [Winged sleep. Smoke in the east. Dark memories.] p.97, 99
Never in his wildest kender imaginings had he dreamed of flying. This was worth fighting all the draconians on Krynn.
Mortals were not meant to fly.
15 [Escape, The well. Death on black wings.] p.129
He could only stare in horror and awe and marvel at the creature's deadly beauty.
16 [A bitter choice. The greatest gift.] p.136
“It's hair from the mane of a griffon.”
Caramon guffawed. “Griffon!” He snorted. “There's about as many griffons on Krynn as there are−”
“Dragons,” interjected Raistlin smoothly.
17 [The Paths of the Dead. Raistlin s new friends.] p.139
He was very proud of it and was deeply wounded when Caramon told him it would be of use if they ran into any ferocious rabbits.
19 [One broken city. Highbulp Phudge I, the Great.] p.168
“We're in this together.”
(*all in East High costumes, again!* demasiado HSM para mi... u-u)
22 [Bupu's gift. An ominous sight.] p.197
The city that was dead was now buried.
BOOK 2
3 [The slave caravan. A strange old magician.] p.222
The tree did not respond. It also did not move.
5 [The Speaker of the Suns.] p.245
At sight of her, Caramon's mouth sagged open. Riverwind's eyes widened. Even Raistlin stared, his eyes seeing beauty at last, for no hint of decay touched the young elfmaiden. Her hair was honey pouring from a pitcher; it spilled over her arms and down her back, past her waist, touching her wrists as she stood with her arms at her sides. Her skin was smooth and woodland brown.
7 [Farewell. The companions' decision.] p.254
“I know not, Tanis. But-you right. There power be, within Old One. I feel great power. I fear.” His eyes gleamed. “And I hunger!”
(so like his brother...)
8 [Doubts. Ambush!. A new friend.] p.258, 260
“Quith-pa,” said Gilthanas. “Iron rations, in your language. It will last us for many weeks, if need be.”
“It looks like dried fruit!” Caramon said in disgust.
“That's what it is,” Tanis replied, grinning.
Caramon groaned.
“What is it?” piped Tasslehoff. “I can't see!”
“Shhh!” Tanis glared at the kender, and Tas clapped his own hand over his own mouth to save Tanis the trouble.
9 [Suspicions grow. The Sla-Mori.] p.272
“What a beautiful sword,” Tasslehoff said, his shrill voice breaking the reverent silence. Tanis glared at him sternly. “I'm not going to take it!” the kender protested, looking wounded. “I just mentioned it, as an item of interest.”
10 [The Royal Guard. The Chain Room.] p.277, 280, 281
“It's not that I'm afraid,” Tas confided in a whisper to Flint. “It's just that I'd rather be somewhere else.”
“Looks real to me!” Caramon said, staring at the door suspiciously. “It's even got hinges!”
“Of course, it does,” Flint snorted. “We don't build false doors to look false-even a gully dwarf knows that.”
“The dwarves slipped up,” he said, grinning at Flint. “This is a false door that looks false.”
“And therefore not to be trusted,” Flint said flatly.
“Bah, dwarves have bad days like everyone else,” Eben said, bending down to try the catch.
11 [Lost. The plan. Betrayed!] p.289
Sturm and Caramon and Eben exchanged quick glances-three humans sticking togehter against the elves, he caught himself thinking. But perhaps I'm just as bad, believing in Gilthanas because he's an elf.
12 [The parable of the gem. Traitor revealed. Tas s dilemma.] p.296
If the milk's spilled, the cat will drink it,
15 [The Dragon Highlord. Matafleur's children.] p.325
There was no need for talk among these men, nor was there need for talk between enemies. Respect, grudging as it may be, was apparent on both sides. As for the battlerage, that was unnecessary. This would be fought coolly. The major victor would be death.
[The Wedding] p.328, 333, 334, 335
the gully dwarves stood on top of the walls throwing rocks, dead rats, and occasionally each other down on the frustrated draconians.
The company of the dark-souled, cynical mage seemed more suited to him tonight than music and laughter.
“Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it.”
Nameless and lovely, more lovely because she was nameless,
11.06.2007
Cosa Fácil
Capítulo I ~ p.20&21
Era necesario contemplar la placa mañana a mañana para constatar que nada podía ser demasiado en serio. Que ningún detective de película seria compartiría el despacho con un experto en drenaje profundo, un tapicero y un plomero.
Mucho menos suscripciones al Excélsior después de lo mierda que se había vuelto.
Capítulo II ~ p.37
−¿Y sabe qué? −dijo para culminar el diálogo−. Que hay oficios que mejor van y chingan a su madre.
−De acuerdo −dijo el ingeniero en cloacas, experto en inundaciones de caca.
Capítulo IV ~ p.73
(...)y Salió no sin antes dedicarle una sonrisa franca a la niña que gateaba cerca de la mesa, la cual, para sorpresa, quizá porque no le habían dicho que seguía siendo un extraño, se la devolvió.
Capítulo VI ~ p.143
−Nomás que ya no veo una puta chingada con las luces de los anuncios. ¿Qué, hay que hacerlo a oscuras o de jodida podemos prender las veladoras?
Capítulo VII ~ p.143
Caray, que peliculesco. Decidió ponerle WW al asesino en lugar de X; eso aumentaba el exotismo.
Capítulo IX ~ p.192
Se separó de la pared y se quedó mirando las tres fotos y los tres papeles bajo ellas como quién contempla un cuadro de Vang Gogh. Los detectives de novela hubieran dicho: “¡Listo!” Y todo hubiera casado.
Capítulo XI ~ p.231,245&246
Después de todo, en términos de imagen había mejorado notablemente. Un parche en el ojo izquierdo, una barba crecida, un bastón sólido que con la ingeniería adecuada podía ocultar un estelita, como el del conde de Montecristo.
−Ando buscando a un hombre −dijo el detective, tratando de penetrar la penumbra con el ojo sano.
−Puede ser que lo haya encontrado.
−Dicen sus vecinos que se llama usted Sebastián Armenta.
−Cierto es.
Los ojos del viejo lo miraron taladrándolo. ¿Eran los ojos húmedos y persistentes de Zapata? ¿Eran esos ojos con sesenta años más y muchas menos esperanzas?
−El hombre que busco salió de Morelos en el año 19 porque ya no se le quería bien.
−Algo hay de eso... El gobierno no lo quería bien.
−Luego estuvo en el 26 en Tampico con un joven de Nicaragua que se llamaba Sandino.
−General de hombres libres, el general Sandino −afirmó el viejo.
−Contrabandeó armas para él en ese mismo año a bordo de una barcaza que se llamaba Tropical.
−Había otras dos llamadas Superior y FOAM. Buenos barquitos, dieron su servicio...
−Se llamaba por aquél entonces Zenón Enríquez, y era capitán del ejército libertador.
−El capitán Enríquez; el callado, de decían... Así es.
−En 1943 de paso por Costa Rica se hizo un pasaporte a nombre de Isaías Valdez para regresar a México.
−Isaías Valdez −repitió el viejo como confirmando.
−A mediados del año 44 entró a trabajar en el mercado Dos de Abril. Se llamaba entonces Eulalio Zaldívar. Gran amigo de Rubén Jaramillo.
−Gran amigo de un gran compañero, el último de los nuestros.
−Dejó el mercado en 47 y volvió a él en el 62, para irse de nuevo en el 66. en 1966 regresó al Olivar de los Padres y vivió de hacer recetas bajo el viejo nombre de Isaías.
−Estuvo en Morelos de 1947 a 1962
−En 1970 un viejo que se llamaba como usted, Sebastián Armenta, llega a vivir a esta colonia, hace su cueva y vive de vender dulces a la salida de los cines de Avenida Revolución. Dulces de coco, alegrías, ates.
−Así fue.
−¿Conoce a ese hombre?
El viejo hizo una pausa, Héctor extendió un Delicado con filtro. El viejo aceptó, cortó el filtro con los dientes y se puso el cigarrillo por la punta de la boca, esperó que se lo encendiera y dio una larga chupada. Luego echó el humo hacia el techo de la cueva.
−Usted anda buscando a Emiliano Zapata −dijo al fin.
−Así es.
Durante un instante, el viejo continuó fumando, como su no hubiera oído la respuesta. Los ojos más allá de la cortina roja, en la noche cerrada a las espaldas del detective.
−No, Emiliano Zapata está muerto.
−¿Está seguro, mi general?
−Está muerto, yo se lo que digo. Murió en Chinameca en 1919 asesinado por traidores. Las mismas carabinas asomarían ahora... Los mismos darían la orden. El pueblo lloró entonces, para qué quiere que llore dos veces.
Era necesario contemplar la placa mañana a mañana para constatar que nada podía ser demasiado en serio. Que ningún detective de película seria compartiría el despacho con un experto en drenaje profundo, un tapicero y un plomero.
Mucho menos suscripciones al Excélsior después de lo mierda que se había vuelto.
Capítulo II ~ p.37
−¿Y sabe qué? −dijo para culminar el diálogo−. Que hay oficios que mejor van y chingan a su madre.
−De acuerdo −dijo el ingeniero en cloacas, experto en inundaciones de caca.
Capítulo IV ~ p.73
(...)y Salió no sin antes dedicarle una sonrisa franca a la niña que gateaba cerca de la mesa, la cual, para sorpresa, quizá porque no le habían dicho que seguía siendo un extraño, se la devolvió.
Capítulo VI ~ p.143
−Nomás que ya no veo una puta chingada con las luces de los anuncios. ¿Qué, hay que hacerlo a oscuras o de jodida podemos prender las veladoras?
Capítulo VII ~ p.143
Caray, que peliculesco. Decidió ponerle WW al asesino en lugar de X; eso aumentaba el exotismo.
Capítulo IX ~ p.192
Se separó de la pared y se quedó mirando las tres fotos y los tres papeles bajo ellas como quién contempla un cuadro de Vang Gogh. Los detectives de novela hubieran dicho: “¡Listo!” Y todo hubiera casado.
Capítulo XI ~ p.231,245&246
Después de todo, en términos de imagen había mejorado notablemente. Un parche en el ojo izquierdo, una barba crecida, un bastón sólido que con la ingeniería adecuada podía ocultar un estelita, como el del conde de Montecristo.
−Ando buscando a un hombre −dijo el detective, tratando de penetrar la penumbra con el ojo sano.
−Puede ser que lo haya encontrado.
−Dicen sus vecinos que se llama usted Sebastián Armenta.
−Cierto es.
Los ojos del viejo lo miraron taladrándolo. ¿Eran los ojos húmedos y persistentes de Zapata? ¿Eran esos ojos con sesenta años más y muchas menos esperanzas?
−El hombre que busco salió de Morelos en el año 19 porque ya no se le quería bien.
−Algo hay de eso... El gobierno no lo quería bien.
−Luego estuvo en el 26 en Tampico con un joven de Nicaragua que se llamaba Sandino.
−General de hombres libres, el general Sandino −afirmó el viejo.
−Contrabandeó armas para él en ese mismo año a bordo de una barcaza que se llamaba Tropical.
−Había otras dos llamadas Superior y FOAM. Buenos barquitos, dieron su servicio...
−Se llamaba por aquél entonces Zenón Enríquez, y era capitán del ejército libertador.
−El capitán Enríquez; el callado, de decían... Así es.
−En 1943 de paso por Costa Rica se hizo un pasaporte a nombre de Isaías Valdez para regresar a México.
−Isaías Valdez −repitió el viejo como confirmando.
−A mediados del año 44 entró a trabajar en el mercado Dos de Abril. Se llamaba entonces Eulalio Zaldívar. Gran amigo de Rubén Jaramillo.
−Gran amigo de un gran compañero, el último de los nuestros.
−Dejó el mercado en 47 y volvió a él en el 62, para irse de nuevo en el 66. en 1966 regresó al Olivar de los Padres y vivió de hacer recetas bajo el viejo nombre de Isaías.
−Estuvo en Morelos de 1947 a 1962
−En 1970 un viejo que se llamaba como usted, Sebastián Armenta, llega a vivir a esta colonia, hace su cueva y vive de vender dulces a la salida de los cines de Avenida Revolución. Dulces de coco, alegrías, ates.
−Así fue.
−¿Conoce a ese hombre?
El viejo hizo una pausa, Héctor extendió un Delicado con filtro. El viejo aceptó, cortó el filtro con los dientes y se puso el cigarrillo por la punta de la boca, esperó que se lo encendiera y dio una larga chupada. Luego echó el humo hacia el techo de la cueva.
−Usted anda buscando a Emiliano Zapata −dijo al fin.
−Así es.
Durante un instante, el viejo continuó fumando, como su no hubiera oído la respuesta. Los ojos más allá de la cortina roja, en la noche cerrada a las espaldas del detective.
−No, Emiliano Zapata está muerto.
−¿Está seguro, mi general?
−Está muerto, yo se lo que digo. Murió en Chinameca en 1919 asesinado por traidores. Las mismas carabinas asomarían ahora... Los mismos darían la orden. El pueblo lloró entonces, para qué quiere que llore dos veces.
9.09.2007
new quotes
me agrada la fecha xD
bueno... acabé al fin de releer HP&DH, así que pueden pasar a leer.
sección de fixus, tmbn actualizada, con la racha fixera q me dio hace poco, era lo menos. Aún me falta meter lo q he sacado de Spellbound, pero en fin, ya lo meteré luego.
y como recordatorio de la universidad (xD) actualicé la sección de autores varios un una frase de Jean-Pierre V q me agradó.
y estoy tan acostumbrada a HP q en lugar de autores había puesto aurores. Tengo problemas xD.
cuando termine de leer los fixus q tengo actualizaré de nuevo.
Besos!! ^^
bueno... acabé al fin de releer HP&DH, así que pueden pasar a leer.
sección de fixus, tmbn actualizada, con la racha fixera q me dio hace poco, era lo menos. Aún me falta meter lo q he sacado de Spellbound, pero en fin, ya lo meteré luego.
y como recordatorio de la universidad (xD) actualicé la sección de autores varios un una frase de Jean-Pierre V q me agradó.
y estoy tan acostumbrada a HP q en lugar de autores había puesto aurores. Tengo problemas xD.
cuando termine de leer los fixus q tengo actualizaré de nuevo.
Besos!! ^^
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
chapter 1 [the Dark Lord Ascending] p.6, 10
That Potter lives is due more to my errors than to his triumphs.
She has just married the werewolf, Remus Lupin.
chapter 3 [the Dursleys Departing] p.34, 36
(...)had caused the Dursleys to take to Kingsley in a way that they had certainly not done with any other wizard, although it was true that they had never seen him with his earring in.
What did you say to one another at the end of sixteen years' solid dislike?
chapter 3 [the Seven Potters] p49, 50
“Well, that's that plan scuppered,” said George. “Obviously there's no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate.”
“Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic: we've got no chance,” said Fred.
“Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry,” said Hermione
Fred and George turned to each other and said together, “Wow−we're identical!”
“I dunno, though. I think I'm still better looking,” said Fred
chapter 5 [Fallen Warrior] p64, 71, 74, 75, 85
He imagined Voldemort, a hundred yards above them as they spoke, looking for a way to penetrate what Harry visualized as a great transparent bubble.
“I won't blast people out of my way just because they're there,” said Harry. “That's Voldemort's job.”
“How do you feel, Georgie?” whispered Mrs. Weasley.
George's fingers groped at the side of his head.
“Saintlike” he murmured.
“What's wrong with him?” croaked Fred, looking terrified: “Is his mind affected?”
“Saintlike,” repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother.
“You see... I'm holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?”
Mrs. Weasley sobbed harder than ever. Color flooded Fred's pale face.
“Pathetic,” he told George. “Pathetic! With the whole wide world of earrelated humor before you, you go for holey?”
“Ah well,” said George, grinning at his tear-soaked mother.
“Harry, he's taking over the Ministry and the newspapers and half the Wizarding world! Don't let him inside your head too!”
chapter 6 [the Ghoul in Pijamas] p95, 97, 104, 106
“Oh, of course,” said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. “I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.”
(...)frowned at Harry as though reproaching him for lack of tact. Harry could not think of anything to say, not least because it was highly unusual for Ron to be teaching anyone else tact.
“Look, if I picked up a sword right now, Ron, and ran you through with it, I wouldn't damage your soul at all.”
“Which would be a real comfort to me, I'm sure,” said Ron. Harry Laughed.
“(...)The sooner this wedding's over, the happier I'll be.”
“Yeah,” said Harry, “then we'll have nothing to do except find Horcruxes.... It'll be like a holiday, won't it?”
chapter 7 [the Will of Albus Dumbledore] p116, 123, 124, 128
“So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing.”
“Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Granger?” asked Scrimgeour.
“No, I'm not,” retorted Hermione. “I'm hoping to do some good in the world!”
“Take it,” said Scrimgeour quietly.
Harry met the minister’s yellow eyes and knew he had no option but to obey. He held out his hand, and Scrimgeour leaned forward again and placed the Snitch, slowly and deliberately, into Harry’s palm.
Nothing happened. As Harry’s fingers closed around the Snitch, its tired wings fluttered and were still. Scrimgeour, Ron, and Hermione continued to gaze avidly at the now partially concealed ball, as if still hoping it might transform in some way.
“That was dramatic,” said Harry coolly. Both Ron and Hermione laughed.
chapter 8 [the Wedding] p150
“Vot,” he said, draining his goblet and getting to his feet again, “is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?”
chapter 10 [Kreacher's Tale] p183
“Ron! I've found him”
Ron's annoyed voice echoed distantly from several floors below.
“Good! Tell him from me he's a git!”
chapter 11 [the Bribe] p213, 221
Lupin sprang to his feet: His chair toppled backward, and he glared at them so fiercely that Harry saw, for the first time ever, the shadow of the wolf upon his human face.
so~oo HOT!!! *^*
Kreacher's thin arms trembled with the weight of the pan, still held aloft.
“Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?”
chapter 12 [Magic is Might] p226
“‘Merlin's Pants’?” repeated Ron, looking amused. “She must be upset.”
chapter 14 [the Thief] p226
“(...)Can't we call him You-Know-Who − please?”
“Dumbledore said fear of a name−” began Harry.
“In case you hadn't noticed, mate, calling You-Know-Who by his name didn't do Dumbledore much good in the end,” Ron snapped back
chapter 15 [the Goblin's Revenge] p291
Harry, was not a television aerial;
(grief, grief, if I only knew how to draw!! xDDD)
chapter 17 [Bathilda's Secret] p343
One simple movement and the child would never reach his mother... but unnecessary, quite unnecessary....
(I always knew Voldie was a softie after all xDD)
chapter 19 [the Silver Doe] p371, 379
“My Patronus is a stag.”
“Oh yeah. I thought it looked different. No antlers.”
“Getting the sword. Finishing of the Horcrux. Saving my life.”
“That makes me sound a lot cooler than I was,” Ron mumbled.
“Stuff like that always sounds cooler than it really was,” said Harry. “I've been trying to tell you that for years.”
chapter 20 [Xenophilius Lovegood] p391, 392, 396, 411
“he must've known I'd run out on you.”
“No,” Harry corrected him. “He must've know you'd always want to come back.”
Harry had forgotten Ron's hatred of spiders.
(a true friend never forget those kinds of stuff)
“All's fair in love and war,” said Ron brightly, “and this is a bit of both.(...)”
“(...)I mean, you could claim that anything's real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody's proved it doesn't exist!”
chapter 22 [the Deathly Hallows] p443
One simple test: Check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it's safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that's still likely to be the last thing you ever do.”
chapter 24 [the Wandmaker] p489
“Mudblood, and proud of it!(...)”
(xDDDD go Hermione!! xDDD I wouldn't be proud, but good for her xD)
chapter 25 [Shell Cottage] p518
He seemed set on course to become just as reckless a godfather to Teddy Lupin as Sirius Black had been to him.
(ya quisiera ser al menos la mitad del mago q Sirius era ¬¬)
chapter 26 [Gringotts] p523
“There,” said Hermione, “how does he look, Harry?”
It was just not possible to discern Ron under his disguise, but only, Harry thought because he knew him so well. Ron's hair was now long and wavy; he had a thick brown beard and mustache, no freckles, a short, broad nose, and heavy eyebrows.
“Well, he's not my type, but he'll do,” said Harry.
chapter 28 [the Missing Mirror] p560
“Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son. Haven't I just prove my Patronus is a goat?”
“Oh,” said Ron, “Yeah... well, I'm hungry!”
(::picturing a DeathEater!Ron:: kawaii!! I want one!!! *^*)
“Nice job, I hope? Pleasant? Easy? Sort of thing you'd expect an unqualified wizard kid to be able to do without overstretching themselves?”
chapter 29 [the Lost Diadem] p572, 573, 578, 580
“(...)You've saved our lives twice.”
“Look after 'em, then,” said Aberforth gruffly. “I might not be able to save 'em a third time.”
“Released it into the wild,” said Ron. “Hermione was all for keeping it as a pet−”
“Yea, well, food's one of the five exceptions to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration,” said Ron to general astonishment.
“So we've been hiding out here for nearly two weeks,” said Seamus, “and it even sprouted a pretty good bathroom once girls started turning up−”
“−and thought they'd quite like to wash, yes,”
We were all in it together
(and suddenly they all were in East High basketball uniforms and singing along...)
chapter 30 [the Sacking of Severus Snape] p593, 594, 595, 605, 606
“I see what Bellatrix meant,” said Harry, the blood thundering through his brain, “you need to really mean it.”
“He spat at you,” said Harry.
“Potter, I−that was very−very gallant of you−(...)”
“Professor McGonagall, Voldemort's on the way.”
“Oh, are we allowed to say the name now?” asked Luna with an air of interest,
“We shall secure the school against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named while you search for this−this object.”
“Is that possible?”
“I think so,” said Professor McGonagall dryly, “we teachers are rather good at magic, you know.(...)”
“Am I too late? Has it started? I only just found out, so I−I−”
Percy spluttered into silence. Evidently he had not expected to run into most of his family. There was a long moment of astonishment, broken by Fleur turning to Lupin and saying, in a wildly transparent attempt to break the tension, “So−'ow eez leetle Teddy?”
Lupin blinked at her, startled. The silence between the Weasleys seemed to by solidifying, like ice.
“I−oh yes−he's fine!” Lupin said loudly. “Yes, Tonks is with him−at her mother's−”
Percy and the other Weasleys were still staring at one another, frozen.
“Here, I've got a picture!” Lupin shouted, pulling a photograph from inside his jacket and showing it to Fleur and Harry, who saw a tiny baby with a tuft of bright turquoise hair, waving fat fists at the camera.
“I was a fool!” Percy roared, so loudly that Lupin nearly dropped his photograph.
“I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a−a−”
“Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron.” said Fred.
Percy swallowed.
“Yes, I was!”
“Well, you can't say fairer that that,” said Fred, holding out his hand to Percy.
Mrs. Weasley burst into tears. She ran forward, pushed Fred aside, and pulled Percy into a strangling hug, while he patted her on the back, his eyes on his father.
“I'm sorry, Dad.” Percy said.
Mr. Weasley blinked rather rapidly, then he too hurried to hug his son.
(I've told you, I'm easily moved T-T xD)
chapter 31 [the Battle of Hogwarts] p624, 625, 626, 633, 637
“(...)Have you seen my grandson?”
“He's fighting,” said Harry.
“Naturally,” said the old lady proudly. “Excuse me, I must go and assist him.”
“Hang on a moment!” said Ron sharply. “We've forgotten someone!”
“Who?” asked Hermione.
“The house-elves, they'll all be down in the kitchen, won't they?”
“You mean we ought to get them fighting?” asked Harry.
“No,” said Ron seriously, “I mean we should tell them to get out. We don't want anymore Dobbies, do we? We can't order them to die for us−”
There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
“Is this the moment?” Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. “Oi! There's a war going on here!”
Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.
“I know, mate,” said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, “so it's now or never, isn't it?”
“Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?” Harry shouted. “D'you think you could just−just hold it in until we've got the diadem?”
“Yeah−right−sorry− “ said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.
(yai!!!! ::RxHe super fan girl moment:: I'm exited!!! The first kiss!!!! Yaiiii!!!!! *^*)
“IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I'LL KILL YOU, HARRY!” roared Ron's voice
And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still echoed upon his face.
chapter 32 [the Elder Wand] p645, 646, 653
“And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two−faced bastard!” Ron yelled.
the fighters scattered, Death Eaters and Hogwartians alike,
(Hogwartians... xDDDDD sorry, Hogwartians xDDDD)
But the reality seemed to close upon him, cruel and plain: the only way forward was to kill the snake, and the snake was where Voldemort was, and Voldemort was at the end of this tunnel....
“Harry, we’re coming, just get in there!” said Ron, pushing him forward.
“No,” said Voldemort. “I have performed my usual magic. I am extraordinary,
chapter 33 [the Prince's Tale] p666, 667, 671, 680, 683
“Does it make a difference, being Muggle-born?”
Snape hesitated. His black eyes, eager in the greenish gloom, moved over the pale face, the dark red hair.
“No,” he said. “It doesn't make any difference.”
(isn't he swe~et?! *^*)
“They wouldn't give you to the dementors for that! Dementors are for people who do really bad stuff. They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban.(...) ”
“My whole family have been in Slytherin,” he said.
“Blimey,” said James, “and I thought you seemed all right!”
Sirius grinned.
“No,” agreed Dumbledore. “You are a braver man by far than Igor Karkaroff. You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon. . . ”
(shame of shame!!! granpa a Gryffindor!! can't even think about it!! ¬¬)
death is coming for me as surely as the Chudley Cannons will finish bottom of this year's league.
chapter 34 [the Forest Again] p697
now Neville will take Harry's place
(como debió ser desde un principio)
He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here...
(ponerse al mismo nivel que el abuelo y Voldie!!! ¬¬ shame on him!! ¬¬)
chapter 35 [King's Cross] p723
“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
chapter 36 [the Flaw in the Plan] p723
He saw Neville, the sword of Gryffindor lying beside his plate as he ate, surrounded by a knot of fervent admirers.
epilogue [Nineteen Years Later] p756
“Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”
“Teddy's back there,” he said breathlessly, pointing back over his shoulder into the billowing clouds of steam. “Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Victoire!”
He gazed up at the adults, evidently disappointed by the lack of reaction.
“Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing−”
“You interrupted them?” said Ginny. “You are so like Ron−”
(go Teddy!! xD)
“Don't forget to give Neville our love!” Ginny told James as she hugged him.
“Mum! I can't give a professor love!”
“But you know Neville! −”
James rolled his eyes.
“Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbottom, isn't he? I can't walk into Herbology and give him love....”
Shaking his head at his mother's foolishness,
Albus Severus
(y obviamente el estúpido de Potter nunca entendió al abuelo. Creyó honrarlo al ponerle a su retoño Severus?! Severus Potter, Hades! Q honor!! Lo q seguramente Severus siempre quiso, estar aún más cerca de los Potter, de James, q se quedó con la chica, de Harry, por el que tuvo que morir, solo pq tenía los mismos ojos q su madre. Odio este capítulo!!!!! ¬¬)
That Potter lives is due more to my errors than to his triumphs.
She has just married the werewolf, Remus Lupin.
chapter 3 [the Dursleys Departing] p.34, 36
(...)had caused the Dursleys to take to Kingsley in a way that they had certainly not done with any other wizard, although it was true that they had never seen him with his earring in.
What did you say to one another at the end of sixteen years' solid dislike?
chapter 3 [the Seven Potters] p49, 50
“Well, that's that plan scuppered,” said George. “Obviously there's no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate.”
“Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic: we've got no chance,” said Fred.
“Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry,” said Hermione
Fred and George turned to each other and said together, “Wow−we're identical!”
“I dunno, though. I think I'm still better looking,” said Fred
chapter 5 [Fallen Warrior] p64, 71, 74, 75, 85
He imagined Voldemort, a hundred yards above them as they spoke, looking for a way to penetrate what Harry visualized as a great transparent bubble.
“I won't blast people out of my way just because they're there,” said Harry. “That's Voldemort's job.”
“How do you feel, Georgie?” whispered Mrs. Weasley.
George's fingers groped at the side of his head.
“Saintlike” he murmured.
“What's wrong with him?” croaked Fred, looking terrified: “Is his mind affected?”
“Saintlike,” repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother.
“You see... I'm holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?”
Mrs. Weasley sobbed harder than ever. Color flooded Fred's pale face.
“Pathetic,” he told George. “Pathetic! With the whole wide world of earrelated humor before you, you go for holey?”
“Ah well,” said George, grinning at his tear-soaked mother.
“Harry, he's taking over the Ministry and the newspapers and half the Wizarding world! Don't let him inside your head too!”
chapter 6 [the Ghoul in Pijamas] p95, 97, 104, 106
“Oh, of course,” said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. “I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.”
(...)frowned at Harry as though reproaching him for lack of tact. Harry could not think of anything to say, not least because it was highly unusual for Ron to be teaching anyone else tact.
“Look, if I picked up a sword right now, Ron, and ran you through with it, I wouldn't damage your soul at all.”
“Which would be a real comfort to me, I'm sure,” said Ron. Harry Laughed.
“(...)The sooner this wedding's over, the happier I'll be.”
“Yeah,” said Harry, “then we'll have nothing to do except find Horcruxes.... It'll be like a holiday, won't it?”
chapter 7 [the Will of Albus Dumbledore] p116, 123, 124, 128
“So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing.”
“Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Granger?” asked Scrimgeour.
“No, I'm not,” retorted Hermione. “I'm hoping to do some good in the world!”
“Take it,” said Scrimgeour quietly.
Harry met the minister’s yellow eyes and knew he had no option but to obey. He held out his hand, and Scrimgeour leaned forward again and placed the Snitch, slowly and deliberately, into Harry’s palm.
Nothing happened. As Harry’s fingers closed around the Snitch, its tired wings fluttered and were still. Scrimgeour, Ron, and Hermione continued to gaze avidly at the now partially concealed ball, as if still hoping it might transform in some way.
“That was dramatic,” said Harry coolly. Both Ron and Hermione laughed.
chapter 8 [the Wedding] p150
“Vot,” he said, draining his goblet and getting to his feet again, “is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?”
chapter 10 [Kreacher's Tale] p183
“Ron! I've found him”
Ron's annoyed voice echoed distantly from several floors below.
“Good! Tell him from me he's a git!”
chapter 11 [the Bribe] p213, 221
Lupin sprang to his feet: His chair toppled backward, and he glared at them so fiercely that Harry saw, for the first time ever, the shadow of the wolf upon his human face.
so~oo HOT!!! *^*
Kreacher's thin arms trembled with the weight of the pan, still held aloft.
“Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?”
chapter 12 [Magic is Might] p226
“‘Merlin's Pants’?” repeated Ron, looking amused. “She must be upset.”
chapter 14 [the Thief] p226
“(...)Can't we call him You-Know-Who − please?”
“Dumbledore said fear of a name−” began Harry.
“In case you hadn't noticed, mate, calling You-Know-Who by his name didn't do Dumbledore much good in the end,” Ron snapped back
chapter 15 [the Goblin's Revenge] p291
Harry, was not a television aerial;
(grief, grief, if I only knew how to draw!! xDDD)
chapter 17 [Bathilda's Secret] p343
One simple movement and the child would never reach his mother... but unnecessary, quite unnecessary....
(I always knew Voldie was a softie after all xDD)
chapter 19 [the Silver Doe] p371, 379
“My Patronus is a stag.”
“Oh yeah. I thought it looked different. No antlers.”
“Getting the sword. Finishing of the Horcrux. Saving my life.”
“That makes me sound a lot cooler than I was,” Ron mumbled.
“Stuff like that always sounds cooler than it really was,” said Harry. “I've been trying to tell you that for years.”
chapter 20 [Xenophilius Lovegood] p391, 392, 396, 411
“he must've known I'd run out on you.”
“No,” Harry corrected him. “He must've know you'd always want to come back.”
Harry had forgotten Ron's hatred of spiders.
(a true friend never forget those kinds of stuff)
“All's fair in love and war,” said Ron brightly, “and this is a bit of both.(...)”
“(...)I mean, you could claim that anything's real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody's proved it doesn't exist!”
chapter 22 [the Deathly Hallows] p443
One simple test: Check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it's safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that's still likely to be the last thing you ever do.”
chapter 24 [the Wandmaker] p489
“Mudblood, and proud of it!(...)”
(xDDDD go Hermione!! xDDD I wouldn't be proud, but good for her xD)
chapter 25 [Shell Cottage] p518
He seemed set on course to become just as reckless a godfather to Teddy Lupin as Sirius Black had been to him.
(ya quisiera ser al menos la mitad del mago q Sirius era ¬¬)
chapter 26 [Gringotts] p523
“There,” said Hermione, “how does he look, Harry?”
It was just not possible to discern Ron under his disguise, but only, Harry thought because he knew him so well. Ron's hair was now long and wavy; he had a thick brown beard and mustache, no freckles, a short, broad nose, and heavy eyebrows.
“Well, he's not my type, but he'll do,” said Harry.
chapter 28 [the Missing Mirror] p560
“Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son. Haven't I just prove my Patronus is a goat?”
“Oh,” said Ron, “Yeah... well, I'm hungry!”
(::picturing a DeathEater!Ron:: kawaii!! I want one!!! *^*)
“Nice job, I hope? Pleasant? Easy? Sort of thing you'd expect an unqualified wizard kid to be able to do without overstretching themselves?”
chapter 29 [the Lost Diadem] p572, 573, 578, 580
“(...)You've saved our lives twice.”
“Look after 'em, then,” said Aberforth gruffly. “I might not be able to save 'em a third time.”
“Released it into the wild,” said Ron. “Hermione was all for keeping it as a pet−”
“Yea, well, food's one of the five exceptions to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration,” said Ron to general astonishment.
“So we've been hiding out here for nearly two weeks,” said Seamus, “and it even sprouted a pretty good bathroom once girls started turning up−”
“−and thought they'd quite like to wash, yes,”
We were all in it together
(and suddenly they all were in East High basketball uniforms and singing along...)
chapter 30 [the Sacking of Severus Snape] p593, 594, 595, 605, 606
“I see what Bellatrix meant,” said Harry, the blood thundering through his brain, “you need to really mean it.”
“He spat at you,” said Harry.
“Potter, I−that was very−very gallant of you−(...)”
“Professor McGonagall, Voldemort's on the way.”
“Oh, are we allowed to say the name now?” asked Luna with an air of interest,
“We shall secure the school against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named while you search for this−this object.”
“Is that possible?”
“I think so,” said Professor McGonagall dryly, “we teachers are rather good at magic, you know.(...)”
“Am I too late? Has it started? I only just found out, so I−I−”
Percy spluttered into silence. Evidently he had not expected to run into most of his family. There was a long moment of astonishment, broken by Fleur turning to Lupin and saying, in a wildly transparent attempt to break the tension, “So−'ow eez leetle Teddy?”
Lupin blinked at her, startled. The silence between the Weasleys seemed to by solidifying, like ice.
“I−oh yes−he's fine!” Lupin said loudly. “Yes, Tonks is with him−at her mother's−”
Percy and the other Weasleys were still staring at one another, frozen.
“Here, I've got a picture!” Lupin shouted, pulling a photograph from inside his jacket and showing it to Fleur and Harry, who saw a tiny baby with a tuft of bright turquoise hair, waving fat fists at the camera.
“I was a fool!” Percy roared, so loudly that Lupin nearly dropped his photograph.
“I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a−a−”
“Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron.” said Fred.
Percy swallowed.
“Yes, I was!”
“Well, you can't say fairer that that,” said Fred, holding out his hand to Percy.
Mrs. Weasley burst into tears. She ran forward, pushed Fred aside, and pulled Percy into a strangling hug, while he patted her on the back, his eyes on his father.
“I'm sorry, Dad.” Percy said.
Mr. Weasley blinked rather rapidly, then he too hurried to hug his son.
(I've told you, I'm easily moved T-T xD)
chapter 31 [the Battle of Hogwarts] p624, 625, 626, 633, 637
“(...)Have you seen my grandson?”
“He's fighting,” said Harry.
“Naturally,” said the old lady proudly. “Excuse me, I must go and assist him.”
“Hang on a moment!” said Ron sharply. “We've forgotten someone!”
“Who?” asked Hermione.
“The house-elves, they'll all be down in the kitchen, won't they?”
“You mean we ought to get them fighting?” asked Harry.
“No,” said Ron seriously, “I mean we should tell them to get out. We don't want anymore Dobbies, do we? We can't order them to die for us−”
There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
“Is this the moment?” Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. “Oi! There's a war going on here!”
Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.
“I know, mate,” said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, “so it's now or never, isn't it?”
“Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?” Harry shouted. “D'you think you could just−just hold it in until we've got the diadem?”
“Yeah−right−sorry− “ said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.
(yai!!!! ::RxHe super fan girl moment:: I'm exited!!! The first kiss!!!! Yaiiii!!!!! *^*)
“IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I'LL KILL YOU, HARRY!” roared Ron's voice
And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still echoed upon his face.
chapter 32 [the Elder Wand] p645, 646, 653
“And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two−faced bastard!” Ron yelled.
the fighters scattered, Death Eaters and Hogwartians alike,
(Hogwartians... xDDDDD sorry, Hogwartians xDDDD)
But the reality seemed to close upon him, cruel and plain: the only way forward was to kill the snake, and the snake was where Voldemort was, and Voldemort was at the end of this tunnel....
“Harry, we’re coming, just get in there!” said Ron, pushing him forward.
“No,” said Voldemort. “I have performed my usual magic. I am extraordinary,
chapter 33 [the Prince's Tale] p666, 667, 671, 680, 683
“Does it make a difference, being Muggle-born?”
Snape hesitated. His black eyes, eager in the greenish gloom, moved over the pale face, the dark red hair.
“No,” he said. “It doesn't make any difference.”
(isn't he swe~et?! *^*)
“They wouldn't give you to the dementors for that! Dementors are for people who do really bad stuff. They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban.(...) ”
“My whole family have been in Slytherin,” he said.
“Blimey,” said James, “and I thought you seemed all right!”
Sirius grinned.
“No,” agreed Dumbledore. “You are a braver man by far than Igor Karkaroff. You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon. . . ”
(shame of shame!!! granpa a Gryffindor!! can't even think about it!! ¬¬)
death is coming for me as surely as the Chudley Cannons will finish bottom of this year's league.
chapter 34 [the Forest Again] p697
now Neville will take Harry's place
(como debió ser desde un principio)
He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here...
(ponerse al mismo nivel que el abuelo y Voldie!!! ¬¬ shame on him!! ¬¬)
chapter 35 [King's Cross] p723
“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
chapter 36 [the Flaw in the Plan] p723
He saw Neville, the sword of Gryffindor lying beside his plate as he ate, surrounded by a knot of fervent admirers.
epilogue [Nineteen Years Later] p756
“Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”
“Teddy's back there,” he said breathlessly, pointing back over his shoulder into the billowing clouds of steam. “Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Victoire!”
He gazed up at the adults, evidently disappointed by the lack of reaction.
“Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing−”
“You interrupted them?” said Ginny. “You are so like Ron−”
(go Teddy!! xD)
“Don't forget to give Neville our love!” Ginny told James as she hugged him.
“Mum! I can't give a professor love!”
“But you know Neville! −”
James rolled his eyes.
“Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbottom, isn't he? I can't walk into Herbology and give him love....”
Shaking his head at his mother's foolishness,
Albus Severus
(y obviamente el estúpido de Potter nunca entendió al abuelo. Creyó honrarlo al ponerle a su retoño Severus?! Severus Potter, Hades! Q honor!! Lo q seguramente Severus siempre quiso, estar aún más cerca de los Potter, de James, q se quedó con la chica, de Harry, por el que tuvo que morir, solo pq tenía los mismos ojos q su madre. Odio este capítulo!!!!! ¬¬)
8.16.2007
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Chapter I p.12, 13 & 15
The value of an idea has nothing whatsoever to do with the sincerity of the man who expresses it.
Nowadays a broken heart will run to many editions.
It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.
I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.
Chapter II p.18, 20 & 22
(...)to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of someone else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him.
Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them.
Was there anything so real as words?
It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances.
Chapter III p.40
“I am to fond of reading books to care to write them”
Chapter IV p.46 & 53
“It is only the sacred things that are worth touching,”
Experience was merely the name men gave to their mistakes.
Chapter VI p.69 & 71
“Women are wonderfully practical,” murmured Lord Henry, “much more practical than we are. In situations of that kind, we often forget to say anything about marriage, and they always remind us.”
“A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied.”
“I love acting. It is so much more real than life.”
Chapter VIII p.84, 89, 91
When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has a right to blame us.
The one charm of the past is that it is the past.
Nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner.
Chapter XII p.131
“Scandals about myself don't interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty.”
Chapter XV p.154, 155 & 156
“It is perfectly monstrous,” he said, at last, “the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one's back that are absolutely and entirely true.”
“Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them they will forgive useverything, even our intellects.”
“A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her.”
“I like men who have a future, and women who have a past,”
Chapter XVIII p.175, 176
“Destiny does not send us heralds. She is too wise or too cruel for that.”
“A woman will flirt with anybody in the world as long as other people are looking on.”
“I like the Duchess very much, but I don't love her.”
“And the Duchess loves you very much, but she likes you less, so you are excellently matched.”
“The basis of every scandal is an immoral certainty,”
Chapter XIX p.180, 183 & 187
“Thereis no use your telling me that you are going to be good,” cried Lord Henry, (...). “You are quite perfect. Pray, don't change.”
“one can survive everything nowadays except that.” (talking about death)
“To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.”
The value of an idea has nothing whatsoever to do with the sincerity of the man who expresses it.
Nowadays a broken heart will run to many editions.
It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.
I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.
Chapter II p.18, 20 & 22
(...)to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of someone else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him.
Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them.
Was there anything so real as words?
It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances.
Chapter III p.40
“I am to fond of reading books to care to write them”
Chapter IV p.46 & 53
“It is only the sacred things that are worth touching,”
Experience was merely the name men gave to their mistakes.
Chapter VI p.69 & 71
“Women are wonderfully practical,” murmured Lord Henry, “much more practical than we are. In situations of that kind, we often forget to say anything about marriage, and they always remind us.”
“A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied.”
“I love acting. It is so much more real than life.”
Chapter VIII p.84, 89, 91
When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has a right to blame us.
The one charm of the past is that it is the past.
Nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner.
Chapter XII p.131
“Scandals about myself don't interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty.”
Chapter XV p.154, 155 & 156
“It is perfectly monstrous,” he said, at last, “the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one's back that are absolutely and entirely true.”
“Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them they will forgive useverything, even our intellects.”
“A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her.”
“I like men who have a future, and women who have a past,”
Chapter XVIII p.175, 176
“Destiny does not send us heralds. She is too wise or too cruel for that.”
“A woman will flirt with anybody in the world as long as other people are looking on.”
“I like the Duchess very much, but I don't love her.”
“And the Duchess loves you very much, but she likes you less, so you are excellently matched.”
“The basis of every scandal is an immoral certainty,”
Chapter XIX p.180, 183 & 187
“Thereis no use your telling me that you are going to be good,” cried Lord Henry, (...). “You are quite perfect. Pray, don't change.”
“one can survive everything nowadays except that.” (talking about death)
“To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.”
8.15.2007
de Dorian Gray
Que hora tan imperfecta...
Al fin recuperé a Dorian, y por lo tanto terminé de leer sobre su retrato. En pocas palabras, la sección correspondiente está actualizada, u can go check it out ^^
Aún me falta terminar de re~leer HP&DH, ya tengo algunas ^^.
Besus!! ^^
Al fin recuperé a Dorian, y por lo tanto terminé de leer sobre su retrato. En pocas palabras, la sección correspondiente está actualizada, u can go check it out ^^
Aún me falta terminar de re~leer HP&DH, ya tengo algunas ^^.
Besus!! ^^
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