"What a shame you cannot blush, Miss Linh.”
Balmumu beyazı yüzlerde
kederli bir zevkin gözyaşları sicim gibi.
~ Swinburne, "A Ballad of Life".
Peony followed Cinder with her watery gaze. “I love you, Cinder. I’m glad you’re not sick.”
Cinder’s heart tightened. Pursing her lips, she bent over and placed a kiss against Peony’s damp forehead. “I love you too.”
Zaman ruhumu bir başka zamana fırlatmak üzere kıskıvrak yakalamıştı. Rulum ait olduğu zamana kavuşmak için kıvranıyordu.
Benliğimle zamanın duvarlarını tırmalıyordum.
Ben, Rozelin Nuh; Biran'dan ayrılarak, Biran'a kavuşmaya gidiyordum.
Even knowing that it was coming, that his father was sick with this incurable disease, it still made no sense. All that had just been lost, taken so quickly. Not just his father. Not just the emperor.
His youth. His freedom.
"You will be a good emperor," said Torin. "As he was."
