Prison Break? Homeland? Breaking Bad? Game of Thrones?
"Hiçbirini seyretmedim," dedim.
"İnsan Game of Thrones'u nasıl seyretmez ya," dedi hayretle, "Lost'u da mı seyretmedin?"
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Bir insanın ne kadar kötü habere dayanabileceğini bilmiyordu ama kızının öldürülmesi, kocasının kendini asması ve daha sonra eşcinsel olduğunu öğrenmek insanı mahvedebilirdi.
Never Trust a Vampire
Evangeline didn’t know what to make of it all until she glimpsed a
face among the group, one that she’d seen once in a painting. The girl was
even prettier than she’d looked in the portrait, and Evangeline instantly
recognized her as Aurora Valor.
It was then she noticed the gold circlet crowning the head of the petite
woman beside Aurora. The woman’s skin was a darker shade of olive, her
hair was gleaming silver, and her face was serene. She must have been
Aurora’s mother, Honora Valor.
The man lying beside Honora looked more battle-worn than
handsome. He also had a crown on his head, and Evangeline imagined he
must have been Wolfric Valor.
The family on the floor was the Valors.
They were what had been locked away in the Valory, not their treasure
or their prisoners. Evangeline nearly staggered back at the realization. This
was not what she had thought she’d find. But it made perfect sense—and it
actually fit both of the stories she’d been told about the Valory. If the Valors
had been trapped here, then the Valory was a sort of prison, one that locked
away the Valors’ greatest magical treasure—because it contained them.
No wonder Chaos wanted it open. If the Valors had cursed him to wear
the helm, then it stood to reason that they could take it off. Evangeline
wondered then if Honora was one who could break the curse that was
placed on Apollo. Jacks had said she was the world’s greatest healer.
It all made perfect sense—except Jacks’s belief that the Valory did not
contain a loophole for him. If Honora could cure Apollo of the Archer’s
curse, then maybe she could help Jacks, too.
Just then, the queen began to stir from her place on the floor. She was
graceful, even as she stood on unsteady legs. Chaos seemed to watch her
with bated breath, as if she might disappear.
Song of Myself (I)
1
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.
2
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it,
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless,
It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,
I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked,
Ee buda Prison Break MichaelAlıntı
“Michael çok zeki bir hastaydı. Aslına bakarsanız o zamanlar hastanemizin bir güvenlik zaafı vardı. Ve Michael o zaafı çok iyi tespit edip kullandı. Güvenlik elemanlarımızdan birinin üniformasını giydi ve açıkçası, elini kolunu sallayarak hastaneden kaçtı!”
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