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“Jarendir observó los fragmentos de la roca y comprendió que la vida, al igual que ese titán, no siempre cede a la primera embestida. Pero si el espíritu se mantiene constante y la voluntad es guiada por propósito, incluso lo imposible puede dividirse en caminos posibles.”

“Di gran furore si pregna il suo scheletro, bagliori saettano, uscendo e rientrando da essa come rincorsi durante una fuga. Sembra un dio del cielo, pieno di boria, quando ai mortali si appresta a elargire doni che celano invero soltanto inganni. Alza l’avambraccio, contrae il bicipite, rilucono nei suoi occhi di ghiaccio le luci ornate dai lapislazzuli. Secco il rilascio. Un potente boato squassa l’intero suolo.”

“In a large, abandoned field, I found myself cleaning the dung off the only pair of shoes I owned since I can remember. Perhaps, next time, I'll be more cautious of my steppings. It was at that moment when I found myself locking eyes with a creature whose sight I found utterly revolting. Marked from head to heel with hair so short, one could've mistaken the poor thing for a boy, except for the bountiful bosom, whose ample weight carried well. If I were to say the poor thing made Ms. Bottom Slippers look attractive, I kid you not!”

“I knew then that I would devote every minute we had left together to making her happy, to repairing the pain I had caused her and returning to her what I never known how to give her. These pages will be our memory until she drows her last breath in my arms and I take her forever and escape at last to a place where neither heaven nor hell will ever be able to find us.”

“Είσαι άνθρωπος, φίλε μου. Και οι αναζητήσεις του μυαλού και της καρδιάς σου είναι ανθρώπινες αναζητήσεις. Χάρη σε αυτές μπορούμε να ξεχωρίσουμε το σωστό από το λάθος, την αρετή από την κακία και το φως από το σκοτάδι. Και να θυμάσαι. Όποιος δε φοβάται το θάνατο, είναι καταδικασμένος να τον συναντήσει σύντομα.”

“The darkness offered no comfort. It only shrouded the true nature of that place. It hid the mocking and gloating eyes of the unseen. The cold, dank air chilled everything in the room and had long since seeped into the very marrow of the girl’s bones. It gave no relief and only aggravated the already sore skin around her wrists and ankles. The skin that had been rubbed raw by the manacles that bit into them. The manacles that kept her chained to the stone slab on which she was forced to lie. The girl did not know how long she had been there, nor where ‘there’ was. All that she knew was that she had been forsaken, and that there were only two ways she would ever see the outside of that room again, and neither of them were desirable.”

“We remembered it all. Not just the pain. Not just the deaths, but the joy, the laughter, the quiet moments of peace. The first kiss in a ruined orchard before the skies fell, before the world broke. The laughter shared between desperate missions. The quiet hours spent watching stars in a world too cruel to deserve them.”

“There was love, a reliable and real love grown in a handful of days, and Tristan did not know why it was: friendship had happened to both of them, on the sudden, completely aside from Tristan's both endangering and saving Crissand's life. It was no reason related to that, it was no reason that either of them quite knew. Crissand had simply risen on his horizon like the sun of his banner...and that was that....They were together, and there was a great deal right with the day simply in that.”