Last Sacrifice
Richelle Mead, 2010
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Ατμόσφαιρα: γαλήνη. Μιλά για την αγάπη, τον θάνατο και την ηθική.
Μια σελίδα από το βιβλίο
The third guardian wasn’t just someone I knew—she was a friend. Meredith, one of the few girls in my class at St. Vladimir’s. I saw the flash of uneasiness in her eyes, a sentiment mirroring my own. This felt wrong to her too. But, she was a guardian now, and like me, she had had duty drilled into her throughout her life. She believed I was a criminal. She could see I was free and in attack mode. Procedure dictated she take me down, and honestly, I wouldn’t have expected anything less. It’s what I would have done had our roles been reversed. This was life and death. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «Last Sacrifice»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: γαλήνη. Μιλά για την αγάπη, τον θάνατο και την ηθική.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «Last Sacrifice»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «Last Sacrifice», δοκίμασε «Iron Flame» (Rebecca Yarros), «From Blood and Ash» (Jennifer L. Armentrout) και «Carry On» (Rainbow Rowell).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
What does a place cost you after it stops asking for something obvious?
The first year is when some of us lose our lives. The second year is when the rest of us lose our humanity.
Iron Flame · Rebecca Yarros
When someone refuses the title you were given, what are they seeing?
I’m the Maiden, Hawke,” I reminded him – or myself, I wasn’t sure. “And I don’t care.” My eyes flew open in shock. “I can’t believe you just said that.” “I did. And I’ll say it again. I don’t care what you are.” Hawke’s hand slid off my back. A moment later, I felt his palm flatten against my cheek with unerring accuracy. “I care about who you are.
From Blood and Ash · Jennifer L. Armentrout
What it sounds like to be chosen by someone who knows you.
He’s still looking in my eyes. Staring me down like he did that dragon, chin tilted and locked. "I’m not the Chosen One," he says. I meet his gaze and sneer. My arm is a steel band around his waist. "I choose you," I say. "Simon Snow, I choose you.
Carry On · Rainbow Rowell
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