"Bir içkiye ihtiyacım vardı, çokça hayat sigortasına ihtiyacım vardı, tatile ihtiyacım vardı, kırda bir eve ihtiyacım vardı. Elimde olansa bir palto, bir şapka ve bir tabancaydı. Onları giyip odadan çıktım."
"Do you intend to always let your adviser make your decisions for you?”
“No,” said Kai, allowing a cold smile. “Eventually, I’ll have an empress for that.”
Queen Levana’s gaze softened, and Kai barely bit back his next words. And it won’t be you.
📚🔔 Tatil zili çaldı!
Bir yıl boyunca verilen emeklerin ardından şimdi dinlenme, keşfetme ve yeni maceralara atılma zamanı. 🌞
Bu yaz bol kahkahalı, bol anılı ve elbette bol kitaplı geçsin. Tüm öğrencilere keyifli tatiller diliyoruz! 💙📖
“I was imagining going to the ball and dancing with the prince.”
Cinder rubbed her jaw with one hand and mindlessly tapped the table with the other. “Funny. I’ve found myself imagining that exact thing lately.”
“I knew you liked him. You pretend to be immune to his charms, but I could see the way you looked at him at the market.” Iko rubbed at the lipstick, smearing it across her blank white chin.
“Yeah, well.” Cinder pinched her metal fingers with the pliers’ nose. “We all have our weaknesses.”
“I know,” said Iko. “Mine is shoes.”
“You really think Adri’s going to let me go now just because I can buy my own dress? She would probably tear it off me and try to resell the buttons.”
“Well—fine, we won’t tell her about the dress or about going to the ball. You don’t have to go with them. You’re better than them. You’re valuable.”
Iko’s fan was whirring like mad as if her processor could barely keep up with all these revelations. “Immune to letumosis. My stars, you could be a celebrity because of this!”
En büyük gâye, âhiret saâdet ve selâmetidir. Bin sene yaşayan ve birçok hazineye mâlik olan bir kişi bile, ölümden sonra, dünyadaki hâllerini yalnız bir rüya makamında telâkkî eder. Ebedi kalacağı hâneyi îmar ve tenvir etmeye muvaffak olamamışsa, devamlı âh-vâh eder, vâveylā koparır, büyük bir pişmanlıkla feryâd ü figân eder. Cenâb-ı Hak cümlemizi (kâmil bir îmân ile ebediyet yurdumuzun îmârına) muvaffak buyursun! Dünya muhabbetinin zerresini bile nasib etmesin! Amin!"
Very few letters were written in those hard times that were not touching, especially those which fathers sent home. In this one little was said of the hardships endured, the dangers faced, or the homesickness conquered. It was a cheerful, hopeful letter, full of lively descriptions of camp life, marches, and military news, and only at the end did the writer's heart over-flow with fatherly love and longing for the little girls at home.
