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@jimtale
pes edeyim deme—
yolun daha var
Şu anda okuduğu kitaplar
...cok seviyorum
“And when were you planning on telling me this?” Elm shouted. “Whenever it suited you, I suppose.”
“I love when they argue,” Emory said into his soup. “Keeps my weak little heart beating.”
Bazı hikâyeler tam tahmin ettiğin gibi ilerler. Bazılarıysa son sayfada tüm bildiklerini sorgulatır. 🤯
Ters köşeleri seviyorsan, seni sonuna kadar merakta bırakacak 3 kitap önerisini keşfetmeye hazır ol!
“The garden,” Emory said, his fingers shaking along the spoon as he took small sips from the steaming bowl. “I want to see the trees in the garden.” His voice faltered. “Then you can take me back.”
This time, I clawed at him. 'Your name is never given in The Old Book,' I whispered, my voice combing the darkness. 'What is it—your real name?'
He snapped at me, vicious. 'My name is ash, he hissed, lost to the winds.'
Emory held my gaze. “You’re very beautiful,” he mused. “Your eyes are so dark—so infinite.” He paused. “Like a maiden in a storybook. As if the Shepherd King had penned you himself.”
The Nightmare laughed, sending a shiver clawing up my spine. 'Death at his door, and the boy still understands you better than the rest of these fools.'
“You could have died, Emory. How could you be so careless?”
“I’m already dying,” Emory bit back. “At least this way, it’s on my terms.”