Queen of Shadows
Sarah J. Maas, 2015
Φαντασίας ΡομαντικάΝεανικάΣύγχρονη πεζογραφία
Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα και τρυφερότητα. Μιλά για την εξουσία, την ταυτότητα και την αγάπη.
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Thirty minutes later, Rowan was still staring up at the ceiling, teeth gritted as he calmed the roaring inhis veins that was steadily shredding through his self-control.That gods-damned nightgown.Shit.He was in such deep, unending shit. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «Queen of Shadows»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα και τρυφερότητα. Μιλά για την εξουσία, την ταυτότητα και την αγάπη.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «Queen of Shadows»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «Queen of Shadows», δοκίμασε «Shadow and Bone» (Leigh Bardugo), «The Wicked King» (Holly Black) και «The Serpent and the Wings of Night» (Carissa Broadbent).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
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
What fear turns into when you stop running from it.
And then I realized. I realized that fear, when embraced, hardens and sharpens. That it becomes rage. That it becomes power. I would not die here.
The Serpent and the Wings of Night · Carissa Broadbent
What you call a woman decides how much room she is allowed.
Don’t call her Sunshine,” he commanded. “Why not?” If Carrion’s plan was to poke the bear, then he sure as hell knew how to go about it. But Kingfisher didn’t respond to the taunting note in his question. He just cocked his head a little, nostrils flaring, and spoke in a low rumble. “Because she is moonlight. The mist that shrouds the mountains. The bite of electricity in the air before a storm. The smoke that rolls across a battlefield before the killing starts. You have no idea what she is. What she could be. You should call her Majesty.
Quicksilver · Callie Hart
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