The Wise Man's Fear
Patrick Rothfuss, 2011
Ατμόσφαιρα: θαυμασμός, μελαγχολία και γαλήνη. Μιλά για τη μοναξιά, την ελευθερία και τον πόλεμο.
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Except for stories, of course. Tales of poisoned kings and duels and old wars were fine. They dressed death in foreign clothes and sent him far from your door. A chimney fire or the croup cough were terrifying. But Gibea’s trial or the siege of Enfast, those were different. They were like prayers, like charms muttered late at night when you were walking alone in the dark. Stories were like ha’penny amulets you bought from a peddler, just in case. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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- Πώς είναι το «The Wise Man's Fear»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: θαυμασμός, μελαγχολία και γαλήνη. Μιλά για τη μοναξιά, την ελευθερία και τον πόλεμο.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «The Wise Man's Fear»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «The Wise Man's Fear», δοκίμασε «The Mark of Athena» (Rick Riordan), «Οι δύο πύργοι» (J.R.R. Tolkien) και «The Alloy of Law» (Brandon Sanderson).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
What six months of missing someone looks like when it finally ends.
Percy smiled at her - that sarcastic troublemaker smile that had annoyed her for years but eventually had become endearing. His sea-green eyes were as gorgeous as she remembered. His dark hair was swept to one side, like he’d just come from a walk on the beach. He looked even better than he had six months ago - tanner and taller, leaner and more muscular. Percy threw his arms around her. They kissed and for a moment nothing else mattered. An asteroid could have hit the planet and wiped out all life, and Annabeth wouldn’t have cared.
The Mark of Athena · Rick Riordan
Πώς φαντάζεσαι τη ζωή ενός εχθρού πίσω από τον νεκρό στρατιώτη;
It was Sam’s first view of a battle of Men against Men, and he did not like it much. He was glad that he could not see the dead face. He wondered what the man’s name was and where he came from; and if he was really evil of heart, or what lies or threats had led him on the long march from his home; and if he would not really rather have stayed there in peace.
Οι δύο πύργοι · J.R.R. Tolkien
Some evenings the only way to breathe is to leave the ground behind.
He smiled, then flared his steel and Pushed off the top of the streetlight to send himself in a wide arc through the air. Mist streamed past him, swirling as the wind rushed against his face. It was thrilling. A man never truly felt free until he’d thrown off gravity’s chains and sought the sky.
The Alloy of Law · Brandon Sanderson
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