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“I know things will be different now, but I'll never stop needing you - both of you. No cat ever had such good friends." Graystripe butted him in the shoulder. "We know that, you stupid furball," he mewed. Sanstorm's green eyes shone as she gazed into Fireheart's. "We'll always need you too, Fireheart," she murmured. "And you better not forget that.”

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The Darkest Hour

This book delves into the human spirit under extreme circumstances, showcasing the strength and determination of individuals during a time of great darkness. more

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Erin Hunter
Erin Hunter

Erin Hunter is a renowned children's literature author, best known for her 'Warriors' series. Her works are celebrated for their rich imagination and emotional depth, captivating a wide audience. more

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“I never thought I'd find you catching prey for Sandstorm. Special to you, is she?" "I don't know what you are talking about," Fireheart protested. His fur suddenly felt hot and prickled as if ants were crawling through it. "Sandstorm is just a friend." Graystripe let out a putt of amusement. "Oh sure, if you say so." He strolled up the slope and lowered his head to butt Fireheart affectionately on the shoulder. "You're lucky, Fireheart. She's a very impressive cat." Fireheart opened his mouth and then closed it again. Graystripe wouldn't be convinced no matter what he said - and besides, maybe he was right.”

“Why is it that a dog's menstruation made her lighthearted and gay, while her own menstruation amde her squeamish? The answer seems simple to me: dogs were never expelled from Paradise. Karenin knew nothing about the duality of body and soul and had no concept of disgust. That is why Tereza felt so free and easy with him. (And that is why it is so dangerous to turn an animal into a machina animata, a cow into an automaton for production of milk. By so doing, man cuts the thread biding him to paradise and has nothing left to hold or comfort him on his flight through the emptiness of time.)”

“Umjetnost je ono u što stane Svijet. Roman koji ću čitati sljedećih petnaest dana sasvim će me izmijeniti, preusmjeriti mi život. Film, simfonija, veličanstveni spjev Borisa A. Novaka, o kojemu će tek biti riječi... U to stane svijet. I onda se, ponekad, plače. Nije ta mala Terezina pjesma velika zato što se majka nad njom rasplakala - plače se i dok se guli i reže kapula- ona je velika zato što njoj, mojoj majci, sugerira sav njen život.”

“How do you know? You said lithium didn’t work for some people. It’s not working for me!’ ‘Till the end of the month,’ Dr Stefan said evenly. ‘If there’s no change by then, we’ll try cutting the dose.’ ‘That’s another ten days! What do you care – you’re not the one taking it! That means I have to endure another ten days of hell, walking around like an idiot, bumping into things, forgetting the end of my sentences, feeling only half-alive! How am I supposed to believe this is going to work if it makes me feel like this? Why should I believe a word that you say?’ Dr Stefan smiled slightly. ‘Because, Flynn, this is the most animated I’ve ever seen you. I would venture to say that you’re beginning, just beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.’ Flynn narrowed his eyes in contempt. ‘Well if that’s the case, then, to quote Robert Lowell, it must be the light of the oncoming train.’ Dr Stefan threw his head back and roared with laughter.”