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No Rest for the Wicked

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Kresley Cole
Kresley Cole

Kresley Cole is a renowned American author known for her romantic novels. Her works are celebrated for their deep emotional descriptions and complex character development, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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“Et j'étais toujours seul, et j'avais toujours l'impression que la nature mystérieusement imposante, le cercle lumineux et attirant de la lune, qui s'était immobilisé, Dieu sait pourquoi, en un point indéfini et élevé de ce ciel bleu pâle, mais qui en même temps était partout et semblait remplir tout l'immense espace et moi, infime vermisseau déjà souillé de toutes les misérables et mesquines passions humaines, mais doué d'une faculté d'aimer illimitée et puissante, j'avais toujours l'impression à ces moments-là que la nature, la lune et moi, nous ne faisions qu'un.”

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“Loneliness hardened in Arthur's stomach.... Frequently he could feel his loneliness: he could locate it with his fingers and if pushed too hard, it hurt. If he ate quickly, it hurt. He drank a lot of water, to flush it out, but it never came. He kept expecting to see it after he'd visited the lavatory. Small and blue. Afraid. He did not know what he would do with it. He did not know what he would do without it.”

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