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“That's a good hustle," I told him. "We both got a little hustle, don't we?" He pulled on his jacket. "But I like to think we got more heart.”

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Book:Out of The Easy
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Out of The Easy

In this novel, the reader is immersed in the vibrant yet dangerous world of 1950s New Orleans. The story follows a young woman navigating the complexities of life in a city rife with crime and corruption. The protagonist's journey is one of survival, self-discovery, and the pursuit of a better life amidst the harsh realities of her surroundings. more

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Ruta Sepetys
Ruta Sepetys

Ruta Sepetys is an American author known for her historical novels. Her works often focus on historical events and figures, particularly those that have been overlooked or forgotten. Born in November 1967, she embarked on her writing career with a passion for history and a pursuit of literary creation. more

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“I suze me guše u grlu, ni zbog čega, zbog svega, zbog pjesme, zbog nje što je vidim, što nas ne vidi, što ne zna da je slušamo, što plače... Pa ona plače. Bez uzdaha, bez jecaja, samo suzama i tugom i pobjeđuje me tim najljepšim i najuzbudljivijim plačem što sam ga ikad čuo. I nije plač zapravo, već nezadržan prodor nečega što je u njoj, što je njeno, što je u muci koji ne znam i ne želim da znam. Traje kratko i u zasjenjenim očima ostao je samo mek trag tuge što se povukla, sakrivši se pod osmijeh bez snage.”

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Book:Tišine
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“Kelsier exhaled in exasperation. “Elend Venture? You risked your life—risked the plan, and our lives—for that fool of a boy?” Vin looked up, glaring at him. “Yes.” “What is wrong with you, girl?” Kelsier asked. “Elend Venture isn’t worth this.” She stood angrily, Sazed backing away, the cloak falling the floor. “He’s a good man!” “He’s a nobleman!” “So are you!” Vin snapped. She waved a frustrated arm toward the kitchen and the crew. “What do you think this is, Kelsier? The life of a skaa? What do any of you know about skaa? Aristocratic suits, stalking your enemies in the night, full meals and nightcaps around the table with your friends? That’s not the life of a skaa!” She took a step forward, glaring at Kelsier. He blinked in surprise at the outburst. “What do you know about them, Kelsier?” she asked. “When’s the last time you slept in an alley, shivering in the cold rain, listening to the beggar next to you cough with a sickness you knew would kill him? When’s the last time you had to lay awake at night, terrified that one of the men in your crew would try to rape you? Have you ever knelt, starving, wishing you had the courage to knife the crewmember beside you just so you could take his crust of bread? Have you ever cowered before your brother as he beat you, all the time feeling thankful because at least you had someone who paid attention to you?” She fell silent, puffing slightly, the crewmembers staring at her. “Don’t talk to me about noblemen,” Vin said. “And don’t say things about people you don’t know. You’re no skaa— you’re just noblemen without titles.” She turned, stalking from the room. Kelsier watched her go, shocked, hearing her footsteps on the stairs. He stood, dumbfounded, feeling a surprising flush of ashamed guilt. And, for once, found himself without anything to say.”

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Book:Mistborn: The Final Empire
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