Dungeon Crawler Carl
Matt Dinniman, 2020
Φαντασίας Επιστημονική φαντασίαΣύγχρονη πεζογραφίαΚόμικ και χιούμορ
Ατμόσφαιρα: θαυμασμός και φόβος. Μιλά για την ελευθερία, την εξουσία και τη μνήμη.
Μια σελίδα από το βιβλίο
The building smashed down to the ground. I watched it happen. The seven-story apartment building was there one moment, and then it was gone. But it hadn’t disappeared. I was looking right at Mrs. Parsons when it went down. It was like the building was a massive tin can that had been crushed by a giant cosmic boot. I saw it, and I heard it. Wind rushed at me, and it was instantly dark outside. The streetlamp just to my left was gone. The buildings all around me were gone. The cars on the street were gone, too. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
Πού θα το βρεις
Από κάποιους από αυτούς τους συνδέσμους παίρνουμε μια μικρή προμήθεια, χωρίς επιπλέον κόστος για σένα. Έτσι το BookFeed μένει δωρεάν.
Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «Dungeon Crawler Carl»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: θαυμασμός και φόβος. Μιλά για την ελευθερία, την εξουσία και τη μνήμη.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «Dungeon Crawler Carl»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «Dungeon Crawler Carl», δοκίμασε «The Ocean at the End of the Lane» (Neil Gaiman), «Η Αμπαρόσφαιρα» (Philip Pullman) και «Fahrenheit 451» (Ray Bradbury).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
The moment you decide something strange never happened.
I wondered where the illusion of the second moon had come from, but I only wondered for a moment, and then I dismissed it from my thoughts. Perhaps it was an afterimage, I decided, or a ghost: something that had stirred in my mind, for a moment, so powerfully that I believed it to be real, but now was gone, and faded into the past like a memory forgotten, or a shadow into the dusk.
The Ocean at the End of the Lane · Neil Gaiman
Κι αν η ανυπαρξία σήμαινε πως σκορπίζεις στον κόσμο;
Even if it means oblivion, friends, I’ll welcome it, because it won’t be nothing. We’ll be alive again in a thousand blades of grass, and a million leaves; we’ll be falling in the raindrops and blowing in the fresh breeze; we’ll be glittering in the dew under the stars and the moon out there in the physical world, which is our true home and always was.
Η Αμπαρόσφαιρα · Philip Pullman
A city lit entirely by lamps, and the dark it can't explain.
In the city of Ember, the sky was always dark. The only light came from great floodlamps mounted on the buildings and at the tops of poles in the middle of the larger squares. When the lights were on, they cast a yellowish glow over the streets; people walking by threw long shadows that shortened and then stretched out again. When the lights were off, as they were between nine at night and six in the morning, the city was so dark that people might as well have been wearing blindfolds.
The City of Ember · Jeanne DuPrau
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