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The Magician’s Nephew

C.S. Lewis, 1955

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Ατμόσφαιρα: θαυμασμός, θλίψη και περιέργεια. Μιλά για την αγάπη, τον θάνατο και τον πόλεμο.

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Up till then he had been looking at the Lion’s great feet and the huge claws on them; now, in his despair, he looked up at its face. What he saw surprised him as much as anything in his whole life. For the tawny face was bent down near his own and (wonder of wonders) great shining tears stood in the Lion’s eyes. They were such big, bright tears compared with Digory’s own that for a moment he felt as if the Lion must really be sorrier about his Mother than he was himself.‘My son, my son,’ said Aslan. ‘I know. Grief is great.
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Ατμόσφαιρα: θαυμασμός, θλίψη και περιέργεια. Μιλά για την αγάπη, τον θάνατο και τον πόλεμο.
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Αν σου άρεσε το «The Magician’s Nephew», δοκίμασε «The Night Circus» (Erin Morgenstern), «Northern Lights» (Philip Pullman) και «A Wrinkle in Time» (Madeleine L'Engle).

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  1. The strangest letter a magician receives is pinned to a five-year-old.

    The man billed as Prospero the Enchanter receives a fair amount of correspondence via the theater office, but this is the first envelope addressed to him that contains a suicide note, and it is also the first to arrive carefully pinned to the coat of a five-year-old girl.

    The Night Circus · Erin Morgenstern

  2. Ένα δώρο μοιάζει με πυξίδα, αλλά μετρά κάτι εντελώς διαφορετικό.

    It lay heavily in her hands, the crystal face gleaming, the golden body exquisitely machined. It was very like a clock, or a compass, for there were hands pointing to places around the dial, but instead of the hours or the points of the compass there were several little pictures, each of them painted with extraordinary precision, as if on ivory with the finest and slenderest sable brush. She turned the dial around to look at them all. There was an anchor; an hourglass surmounted by a skull; a chameleon, a bull, a beehive... Thirty-six altogether, and she couldn’t even guess what they meant.

    Northern Lights · Philip Pullman

  3. The moment a familiar body becomes something no myth has a name for.

    The wild colors of her clothes became muted, whitened. The pudding-bag shape stretched, lengthened, merged. And suddenly before the children was a creature more beautiful than any Meg had even imagined, and the beauty lay in far more than the outward description. Outwardly Mrs. Whatsit was surely no longer a Mrs. Whatsit. She was a marble-white body with powerful flanks, something like a horse but at the same time completely unlike a horse, for from the magnificently modeled back sprang a nobly formed torso, arms, and a head resembling a man’s, but a man with a perfection of dignity and virtue, an exaltation of joy such as Meg had never before seen.

    A Wrinkle in Time · Madeleine L'Engle

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