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“No parecían nada más que las estructuras preliminares de un escultor: el marco de alambre, los primeros tendones de arcilla, los músculos y una delgada laca de piel. Estaban sin terminar, los ciento quince. Tenían el color del pergamino y parecía que la piel había sido puesta a secar, extendida de hueso a hueso. Los cuerpos estaban intactos y solo habían perdido los humores acuosos.”

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Book:The Next in Line
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Ray Bradbury
Ray Bradbury

Ray Bradbury, born on August 22, 1920, and died on June 5, 2012, was an influential American science fiction writer, playwright, and poet. His works are known for their unique imagination and profound philosophical insights, which have had a profound impact on the science fiction genre. more

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“Marie no podía hablarle a Joseph pues no conocía ninguna palabra que él conociera, y Joseph no decía nada que ella pudiera entender, y Marie se fue entonces a la cama y se acostó y Joseph se quedó quieto dándole la espalda y era como uno de esos hombres morenos de este pueblo lejano como la luna, y la tierra real estaba en alguna otra parte a la que no podía llegarse sino por una escalera de estrellas.”

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“When confessing our sins, we can follow David's example by appealing to God's mercy and lovingkindness. By acknowledging our sins and seeking renewal, we can experience forgiveness and restoration. Praying for God's purposes and resolving to offer grateful service helps shift our focus from self to God's will. David's prayers demonstrate a path to forgiveness and joy, showing us how to seek God's mercy and guidance. As we pray like David, we can expect to experience not only forgiveness but also the joy that comes with it. By seeking God's forgiveness and restoration, we can find peace and happiness in His presence.”

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“Whatever," said Ragnor. "Raphael would never date a Shadowhunter." "Of course, why would he, when you two are in looove?" Magnus asked. "'Oooh, Raphael is always so professional.' 'Oooh, Raphael brought up the most interesting points in the meeting you forgot to attend.' 'Oooh, Rapheal and I are planning a June wedding.' Besides, Raphael would never date a Shadowhunter because Raphael has a policy of never doing anything that is awesome.”

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“Magnus threw the monkey a fig. The monkey took the fig. "There," said Magnus. "Let us consider the matter settled." The monkey advanced, chewing in a menacing fashion. "I rather wonder what I am doing here. I enjoy city life, you know," Magnus observed. "The glittering lights, the constant companionship, the liquid entertainment. The lack of sudden monkeys." He ignored Giuliana's advice and took a smart step back, and also threw another piece of fruit. The monkey did not take the bait this time. He coiled and rattled out a growl, and Magnus took several more steps back and into a tree. Magnus flailed on impact, was briefly grateful that nobody was watching him and expecting him to be a sophisticated warlock, and had a monkey assault launched directly to his face. He shouted, spun, and sprinted through the rain forest. He did not even think to drop the fruit. It fell one by one in a bright cascade as he ran for his life from the simian menace. He heard it in hot pursuit and fled faster, until all his fruit was gone and he ran right into Ragnor. "Have a care!" Ragnor snapped. He detailed his terrible monkey adventure twice. "But of course you should have retreated at once from the dominant male," Giuliana said. "Are you an idiot? You are extremely lucky he was distracted from ripping out your throat by the fruit. He thought you were trying to steal his females." "Pardon me, but we did not have the time to exchange that kind of personal information," Magnus said. "I could not have known! Moreover, I wish to assure both of you that I did not make any amorous advances on female monkeys." He paused and winked. "I didn't actually see any, so I never got the chance." Ragnor looked very regretful about all the choices that had led to his being in this place and especially in this company. Later he stooped and hissed, low enough so Giuliana could not hear and in a way that reminded Magnus horribly of his monkey nemesis: "Did you forget that you can do magic?" Magnus spared a moment to toss a disdainful look over his shoulder. "I am not going to ensorcel a monkey! Honestly, Ragnor. What do you take me for?”

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