Listen to my name as I send it across the years. Do you not hear its
power? The way the very syllables are hard and soft all at once, even as I was?
They illuminate and darken. Peveal and conceal Whisper it now, and my story
begins.
sábado, março 19, 2016
The Storyteller's Daughter - Citação [7]
A story
beats with the heart of every person who has ever strained ears to listen. On
the breath of the storyteller, it soars. Until its images and deeds become so
real you can see them in the air, shimmering like oases on the horizon line.
The Storyteller's Daughter - Cameron Dokey
The Storyteller's Daughter - Citação [6]
Listen now. Listen
truly. Fall under my storyteller’s spell.
The Storyteller's Daughter - Cameron Dokey
Exile - Citação (9)
She was
willful and headstrong, impetuous and bossy; also brave and independent. And
there were flashes of tenderness just below the surface, though it took a sharp
eye and ear to catch them; sometimes it was no more than a softness creeping
into her voice that gave her away.
Exile - Anne Osterlund
Aurelia #2
Exile - Citação (8)
Aurelia
blinked. “On the contrary, I believe the young man you have threatened just now
is at least as fine an example. Would you not say his refusal to betray my identity
or lie to you at peril of his own life can compare to any form of loyalty.
Exile - Anne Osterlund
Aurelia #2
Exile - Citação (7)
Robert
tugged the knife from his boot and flung the blade into the earth in front of
her. “Have it,” he said. “But if you think I’m going to train you to kill
someone, Aurelia, you could not be more wrong.”
Aurelia #2
Exile - Citação (6)
But the
other hoofbeats did not stop. Nor did they fade or mingle with Bianca’s.
Instead, they pounded the road’s surface at an even faster rate, closer and
closer. Aurelia knew she could not outrun them. They would reel her in, pull
her down, overtake her. There was nothing she could do to stop the inevitable,
only close her eyes, hang on, and refuse to give her pursuer the chance to
breathe. Her heart pounded at the same pace as the hooves of her mount, and for
one long spectacular moment she saw nothing. Then the hand touched her
shoulder.
Exile - Anne Osterlund
Aurelia #2
Exile - Citação (5)
HOOFBEATS
THUNDERED FROM BEHIND. IMMINENT. Aurelia flung herself farther forward, low
against the neck of her mare. Go Bianca! She urged. The muscles beneath her
shifted into a smooth firing of movement, and the gray horse burst into a more
rapid pace, soaring over the stones and sand. The spring air turned cold as it
sheeted across the exposed section of Aurelia’s face, and the thinning fir
trees along the road blurred into solid walls of forest green as the sound of
Bianca’s hooves blended to a single continuous roar.
Exile - Anne Osterlund
Aurelia #2
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