King's Cage
Victoria Aveyard, 2017
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Ατμόσφαιρα: φόβος, λαχτάρα και αντίσταση. Μιλά για την εξουσία και την αγάπη.
Μια σελίδα από το βιβλίο
And his eyes are worst of all. Her eyes, Elara’s eyes. Once I thought them cold, made of living ice. Now I know better. The hottest fires burn blue, and his eyes are no exception. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «King's Cage»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: φόβος, λαχτάρα και αντίσταση. Μιλά για την εξουσία και την αγάπη.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «King's Cage»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «King's Cage», δοκίμασε «Lightlark» (Alex Aster), «Golden Son» (Pierce Brown) και «The Wicked King» (Holly Black).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
What it sounds like when someone could ruin you and chooses not to.
I could open a black hole that would swallow the beach. I could turn the sea dark as ink and kill everything inside of it. I could demolish the castle, brick by brick, from where we stand. I could take you back to Nightshade lands with me right now.” His voice was deep as dreams, dark as nightmares. “I could do all of those things.” His lips pressed against the top of her ear, for just a moment. “And I might—if I didn’t think you would hate me for it.
Lightlark · Alex Aster
Power dressed as a joke, and everyone in the room knows it.
The three of you have one solution to every problem. Murder. No key fits every lock.” Cardan gives us all a stern look, holding up a long-fingered hand with my stolen ruby ring still on one finger. “Someone tries to betray the High King, murder. Someone gives you a harsh look, murder. Someone disrespects you, murder. Someone ruins your laundry, murder.
The Wicked King · Holly Black
A sentence can outlast the sword that was meant to silence it.
Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures. No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh.
Ignite Me · Tahereh Mafi
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