City of Ashes
Cassandra Clare, 2008
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Ατμόσφαιρα: ανησυχία, θαυμασμός και λαχτάρα. Μιλά για την ελευθερία, την αγάπη και την τέχνη.
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“They can’t be worse than vampires. And you did all right with them.”“Did all right with them? By which I take it you mean we survived?”“Well. . .”“Faeries,” Jace went on, as if Simon hadn’t spoken, “are the offspring of demons and angels, with the beauty of angels and the viciousness of demons. A vampire might attack you, if you enter its domain, but a faerie could make you dance until you died with your legs ground into stumps, trick you into a midnight swim and drag you screaming underwater until your lungs burst, fill your eyes with faerie dust until you gouged them out at the roots-”“Jace!” Clary snapped. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «City of Ashes»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: ανησυχία, θαυμασμός και λαχτάρα. Μιλά για την ελευθερία, την αγάπη και την τέχνη.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «City of Ashes»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «City of Ashes», δοκίμασε «Brimstone» (Callie Hart), «Obsidian» (Jennifer L. Armentrout) και «The Elite» (Kiera Cass).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
What a man says when the only thing he owns is his life.
Every part. I love all of you.” He blew a dark curl out of his eyes. “I’d spend the fortunes of the universe to protect you. I’d drain the seas dry. Fell every tree. I would sacrifice the sun from the fucking sky and surrender the stars, too, if I could. But those things aren’t mine to give. All I have is my life. It isn’t much, but I’d spend it and consider the price small if it meant keeping you safe.
Brimstone · Callie Hart
Hostility this polished is usually something else entirely.
Thanks,” I muttered and added under my breath, “Douchebag.” He laughed, deep and throaty. “Now that’s not very ladylike, Kittycat.” I whipped around. “Don’t ever call me that,” I snapped. “It’s better than calling someone a douchebag, isn’t it?” He pushed out the door. “This has been a stimulating visit. I’ll cherish it for a long time to come.” Okay. That was it. “You know, you’re right. How wrong of me to call you a douchebag. Because a douchebag is too nice of a word for you,” I said, smiling sweetly. “You’re a dickhead.” “A dickhead?” he repeated. “How charming.” I flipped him off.
Obsidian · Jennifer L. Armentrout
What it feels like when someone doesn't just want you—they orbit you.
It wasn’t like I made his world better. It was like I was his world. It wasn’t some explosion; it wasn’t fireworks. It was a fire, burning slowly from the inside out.
The Elite · Kiera Cass
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