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@Summmluv
She smiles. She says his name.
Ender Wiggin, my precious.
<We reached for him. He was our enemy. Trying to destroy us. We wanted to tame him. Like a rogue.>
The understanding came suddenly, like a door opening. The Buggers weren’t all born docile. They could have their own identity. Or at least a breakdown of control. And so the Hive Queens had evolved a way of capturing them, binding them philotically to get them under control.
<Found him. Couldn’t bind him. Too strong.>
Reklam
Hive Queen'i seviyorum
Valentine tried to conceive how the Hive Queen was managing to speak Stark into her mind. Then she realized that the Hive Queen was almost certainly doing nothing of the kind – Miro was hearing her in his native language, Portuguese; and Valentine wasn’t really hearing Stark at all, she was hearing the English that it was based on, the American English that she had grown up with. The Hive Queen wasn’t sending language to them, she was sending thought, and their brains were making sense of it in whatever language lay deepest in their minds. When Valentine heard the word echoes followed by reverberations, it wasn’t the Hive Queen struggling for the right word, it was Valentine’s own mind grasping for words to fit the meaning.
Miro being miro
‘Ouvi,’ whispered Miro. He had heard something at last. ‘Fala mais, escuto. Say more, I’m listening.’
‘I’m sorry, Miro,’ she whispered. ‘I think I’ve got the sweats.’
‘You?’ he said. ‘I thought it was my sweat.’
That was good. He laughed. She laughed with him – or at least giggled nervously.
Yine, insanlar..
‘But Ender, it can’t be that there has to be war between humans and Buggers again.’
‘If there were no human fleet heading toward Lusitania, the question wouldn’t come up.’
Reklam