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“One afternoon, as Rose lay in a sweaty daze, teetering on the edge of consciousness, she made me swear that I would look after Linden, and I promised I would. I didn't expect to keep that promise, but maybe my,lie will at least do him some good in the meantime.”

Quote by Lauren DeStefano

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Lauren DeStefano
Lauren DeStefano

Lauren DeStefano is an American author known for her science fiction novels. Born on October 13, 1984, she graduated from Yale University with a Master of Fine Arts in Literature. Before becoming an author, she worked as an editor and teacher. DeStefano's debut novel, 'Waking God,' was published in 2011 and received widespread acclaim. Her works are celebrated for their unique perspective on the relationship between technology and human ethics. more

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“It was a buoyant place under a clear sky, everything in the air whispered that the plains were far behind and the sunlight sent a flicker and a flash of reflections glancing up from the snow; and two more invisible lines had been crossed and important ones: the accent had changed and wine cellars had taken the place of beerhalls. Instead of those grey mastodontic mugs, wine-glasses glittered on the oak. (It was under a vista of old casks in a Weinstube that I settled with my diary till bedtime.) The plain bowls of those wine-glasses were poised on slender glass stalks, or on diminishing pagodas of little globes, and both kinds of stem were coloured: a deep green for Mosel and, for Rhenish, a brown smoky gold that was almost amber. When horny hands lifted them, each flashed forth its coloured message in the lamplight. It is impossible, drinking by glass in those charmingly named inns and wine-cellars, not to drink too much. Deceptively and treacherously, those innocent-looking goblets hold nearly half a bottle and simply by sipping one could explore the two great rivers below and the Danube and all Swabia, and Franconia too by proxy, and the vales of Imhof and the faraway slopes of Würzburg: journeying in time from year to year, with draughts as cool as a deep well, limpidly varying from dark gold to pale silver and smelling of glades and meadows and flowers.”

“Dresden war eine wunderbare Stadt, voller Kunst und Geschichte und trotzdem kein von sechshundertfünfzigtausend Dresdnern zufällig bewohntes Museum. Die Vergangenheit und die Gegenwart lebten miteinander im Einklang. Eigentlich müßte es heißen: im Zweiklang. Und mit der Landschaft zusammen, mit der Elbe, den Brücken, den Hügelhängen, den Wäldern und mit den Gebirgen am Horizont, ergab sich sogar ein Dreiklang. Geschichte, Kunst und Natur schwebten über Stadt und Tal, vorn Meißner Dom bis zum Großsedlitzer Schloßpark, wie ein von seiner eignen Harmonie bezauberter Akkord.”

“Am Morgen des Tages, an dessen Abend er starb, schnitzte mir Opa Slavko aus einem Ast den Zauberstab und sagte: im Hut und im Stab steckt eine Zauberkraft. Trägst du den Hut und schwingst du den Stab, wirst du der mächtigste Fähigkeitenzauberer der blockfreien Staaten sein. Vieles wirst du revolutionieren können, solange es mit den Ideen von Tito konform geht und in Übereinstimmung mit den Statuten des Bundes der Kommunisten Jugoslawiens steht. Ich zweifelte an der Zauberei, aber ich hatte keine Zweifel an meinem Opa. Die wertvollste Gabe ist die Erfindung, der größte Reichtum die Fantasie. Merk dir das, Aleksandar, sagte Opa ernst, als er mir den Hut aufsetzte, merk dir das und denk dir die Welt schöner aus. Er übergab mir den Stab, und ich zweifelte an nichts mehr.”