a nameless monster1000Kitap
Once upon a time, there lived a nameless monster. The monster was dying to have a name. So he decided to set out on a journey to find his name. But the world was a large place. So the monster split into two on his journey. One went to the east. And the other went to the west. The monster who went east came to a village.
"Mr. Black- smith, please give me your name."
"You can't give someone a name."
"If you give me your name, I'll jump into your stomach and make you strong in return."
"Really? You'll make me stronger? Okay, you can have my name."
And the monster jumped into the black- smith's stomach.The monster became Otto the black- smith. Otto was the strongest man in the town. But one day, "Look at me, look at me, the monster inside me has grown this large." The hungry monster ate Otto from the inside. He went back to being a monster without a name. He jumped into the stomach of Hans the shoe-maker, but, he went back to being a monster without a name. He jumped into the stomach of Thomas the hunter, but, and once again he was a monster without a name. The monster went to the castle to look for a wonderful name.
"If you give me your name, make you strong."
"If you'll heal my sickness, I'll give you my name."
The monster jumped into the boy's stomach. The boy became very healthy. The king was delighted.
"The prince is well. The prince is well."
The monster liked the boy's name. He liked living in the castle. So even when he was hungry, he stayed put. Everyday he was so hungry, but he stayed put. But one day he was just too hungry.
"Look at me, look at me, the monster inside me has grown this large."
The boy ate the king and all the servants. One day, the boy met the monster who went west. The monster who went west said,
"You don't need a name. You can be happy without
Brothers will fight,
bringing death to each other.
Sons of sisters
will split their kin bonds.
Hard times for men,
rampant depravity,
age of axes, age of swords,
shields split,
wind age, wolf age,
until the world falls into ruin.
memories fill my mind, as though they are my own, of not just events from Gideon's life, but of various flavors and textures: breast milk running easily down into my stomach, chicken cooked with butter and parsley, split peas and runner beans and butter beans, and oranges and peaches, strawberries freshly picked from the plant; hot, strong coffees each morning; pasta and walnuts and bread and brie; then something sweet: a pan cotta, with rose and saffron, and a white wine: tannin, soil, stone fruits, white blossom; and - oh my god - ramen, soba, udon, topped with nori and sesame seeds; miso with tofu and spring onions, fugu and tuna sashimi dipped in soy sauce, onigiri with a soured plum stuffed in the middle; and then something I don't know, something unfamiliar but at the same time deeply familiar, something I didn't realize I craved: crispy ground lamb, thick, broken noodles, chili oil, fragrant rice cooked in coconut milk, tamarind.. and then a bright green dessert - the sweet, floral flavor of pandan fills my mouth.
Temmuz 1241’de Viyana yakınındaki Neustadt’a ulaştı; Mart 1242’de
öncüleri Adriyatik kıyısmdaki Spalato (bugün Split) ve Kotor kentlerine kadar ilerlemişti.
Ne yorulmuşa ne de bıkmışa benziyordu. Ancak atlıları, onları
batının en uzak bölgesinden ayıran son sınırları da aşmadan önce dinlemeli, güç toplamalıydılar. Bu nedenle geri çekilmek gerekti. Uzun
bir süre geri çekilişin nedeninin. Büyük Han Ögedey’in 11 Aralık 1241 yılında ölümü üzerine, halefi belirlemek için Moğol liderlerinin, bir “kurultay” toplamayı istemesi olduğu sanılmıştır. Oysa bu doğru değildir. Aslında ordu yıpranmıştı, atlar zayıflamıştı. Macaristan Putszta’sı, sürülerin otlayabileceği tek yer, 60.000 ila 70.000 ’den fazla atlıyı ve atı besleyemiyordu.
Yet without my permission, just before we crossed the threshold, I grabbed Raihn’s hand—squeezed it hard, hard, hard—and oh, Mother, I couldn’t let him go, I couldn’t do this.
Our steps slowed. No one else would have noticed it, this split-second of hesitation. But for me, a million possibilities lived in that moment.
“I’ve lived through some injustices in the last couple of centuries. Seen some fucking travesties. But one of the biggest, Oraya, is that anyone taught you that you should become anything other than exactly what you are.”
My hands went numb. My fingers were so tight around my mug that they trembled. The words split me from throat to navel, pulled me open and touched my most fragile parts.
My mind emptied of thought for several long seconds. And then only one returned:
I will need to kill this person, and I don’t know if I can.