The prisoners’ photos soon arrived in Paris. The Allies were stunned to learn who had slipped through their fingers. The thin man was Enver Pasha, the fat one Bahaeddin Şakir. They were two of the world’s most wanted war criminals. The blood of a million murdered Armenian, Greek, and Jewish civilians was on their hands.
Meanwhile, the mastermind of the operation waited patiently in Berlin. He was another Turk, Talaat Pasha, aka the Grand Vizier. As wartime leader of the Ottoman government headed by the Young Turks, allied with Germany during the war, he was the principal architect of the genocides. Before the war, the Young Turks cooperated with the Ottoman Empire’s ethnic Armenians in politics. But by the spring of 1915, Talaat had decided to destroy the Armenians, along with Greek Christians who lived in Anatolia. He also began an attack on the Jews. But he could not have pulled off the murders without the help of Enver, his war minister, and Bahaeddin, his propaganda chief. When the Ottoman Empire collapsed at the end of the First World War, the three fled under threat of execution. In the fall of 1918, their German military allies helped them escape justice and gave them sanctuary.
Sayfa 208 - pdfKitabı okudu
Yet blood blindly surges blushing my body,
I can no longer fall back into calmly slumber,
In this December Summer heat I gently
Wake up a heart that is both wondering and wandering,
As my hands reach the typewriter,
I can almost feel your love,
Almost hear you say it,
And my lips move whispering my love,
In a room dimly lit,
As my fingers touch the keys,
I almost hear the fast three quarter temp
Almost smell your scent,
Your sense, your vicinity,
My lips curve almost smiling,
For I am almost happy,
This is almost a waltz,
And almost a poem...
Sayfa 52 - Liu Yi PublishingKitabı okudu
Only two people were with me through it. The first is imprisoned, and the second wears a crown of blood.
Sayfa 60 - MareKitabı okudu
"Silence is a sound which has evaporated and disappeared in the wind and fragmented into echoes preserved in cosmic water jars. If we were to listen intently, we would hear the thud of the apple against a stone in God's garden, Abel's cry of fear when he first sees his own blood, the original moans of desire between a man and a woman who don't know what they are doing."
Sayfa 33 - archipelago books, journal, translated from the Arabic by Catherine Cobham
“He fed it from his hands, and at first it would not eat. Later it ate so savagely that its beak cut the skin off his palm. But the boy was glad, because it was progress, and because he wanted the bird to know him, even if the bird had to consume his blood to make that happen.”
jaehaerys seni tahttan indirmek istedim kb üvey oğul, mu diyeceksin aq
"No. I will see Jaehaerys first and explain myself."
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Maegor descended on Dragonstone only long enough to claim the crown; not the ornate golden crown Aenys had favored, with its images of the Seven, but the iron crown of their father set with its blood-red rubies. His mother placed it on his head, and the lords and knights gathered there knelt as he proclaimed himself Maegor of House Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andals, Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.
Sayfa 74Kitabı yarım bıraktı
It was written that king Aegon himself wept the first time his granddaughter was placed in his arms, and thereafter doted upon the child.
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