Later, I would see those walls up close, their sharp squared stones perfectly cut and fitted against each other, the work of the god Apollo, it was said. And I would wonder at them—at how, ever, the city could be taken. For they were too high for siege towers, and too strong for catapults, and no sane person would ever try to climb their sheer, divinely smoothed face.
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!
“I did not even see it,” I managed. He threw the thing aside, to lie blunt-nosed and brown among the weeds. He had broken its neck.
“You did not have to,” he said. “I saw it.”
Ne istediğini bilmeyenler, yeni düşünceler
uğruna istediğinden vazgeçenler,
başladığını yarıda kesenler
gibi oldum, o karanlık yamaçta ben de,
vazgeçtim başlangıcı bunca zor işten,
yeniden düşününce.