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She smiles. She says his name.
Ender Wiggin, my precious.
Ender's son
‘Do you want to know my most closely guarded secret? When we’re alone together, just him and me, or me and Lini and him – when we’re alone, I call him Papa, and he calls me Son.’
Valentine made no effort to stop her tears from flowing, as if they flowed half for him and half for her. ‘So Ender does have children, after all,’ she said.
‘I learned how to be a father from him, and I’m a damned good one.’
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🔎 Polisiye
💕 Romantik
🚀 Bilim Kurgu
🏰 Fantastik
📖 Klasik
🧠 Kişisel Gelişim
🏛️ Tarih
😱 Gerilim
‘You’d be surprised,’ said Valentine.
‘It’s a boring life, to read about,’ said Olhado. ‘Not to live, though.’
‘So the secret that you protect from your tormented siblings is – happiness.’
'...I thought: If I could just make a good family, if I could just learn to be to other children, their whole lives, what Andrew was, coming so late into ours, then that would mean more in the long run, it would be a finer accomplishment than anything I could ever do with my mind or my hands.’
‘You saw all this as a child?’
‘I’m good at seeing things. We passive, unbelonging observers always see better. Don’t you think?’
Then he spoke. ‘When they replaced my eyes, they also took out the tear ducts.