The Well of Ascension
Brandon Sanderson, 2007
Ατμόσφαιρα: τρυφερότητα και δέος. Μιλά για την εξουσία, τη μνήμη και την ελευθερία.
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During the day, Luthadel was cramped and confining despite its size. But at night the mists fell like a deep cloud. They dampened, softened, shaded. Massive keeps became shadowed mountains, and crowded tenements melted together like a chandler’s rejected wares. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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- Πώς είναι το «The Well of Ascension»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: τρυφερότητα και δέος. Μιλά για την εξουσία, τη μνήμη και την ελευθερία.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «The Well of Ascension»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «The Well of Ascension», δοκίμασε «Dune» (Frank Herbert), «The Priory of the Orange Tree» (Samantha Shannon) και «Foundation» (Isaac Asimov).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
Τι να λες στον εαυτό σου όταν έρχεται ο φόβος και δεν φεύγει.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Dune · Frank Herbert
What it means to be told your blood is the sea.
To be kin to a dragon, you must not only have a soul of water. You must have the blood of the sea, and the sea is not always pure. It is not any one thing. There is darkness in it, and danger, and cruelty. It can raze great cities with its rage. Its depths are unknowable; they do not see the touch of the sun. To be a Miduchi is not to be pure, Tané. It is to be the living sea. That is why I chose you. You have a dragon’s heart.
The Priory of the Orange Tree · Samantha Shannon
What it feels like to wait for a whole planet to appear.
What Gaal was waiting for after the disappointment of the Jump was that first sight of Trantor. He haunted the View-room. The steel shutter-lids were rolled back at announced times and he was always there, watching the hard brilliance of the stars, enjoying the incredible hazy swarm of a star cluster, like a giant conglomeration of fireflies caught in mid-motion and stilled forever. At one time there was the cold, blue-white smoke of a gaseous nebula within five light years of the ship, spreading over the window like distant milk, filling the room with an icy tinge, and disappearing out of sight two hours later, after another Jump.
Foundation · Isaac Asimov
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