Make sure he doen't kill himself
So despite the tiredness dripping down my bones like tar, I stride out of
the room with renewed determination. I can’t stop. I won’t. I will keep
going. I will keep trying. Because I will tear a rip through this fucking
world so I can get to her…
Or die trying.
Every time I hear flapping wings, I half expect Argo to burst through the
trees and land in front of me. But he’s probably still on a ship somewhere in
the fucking ocean, and I don’t know what any animal mender will be able to
do for him.
Yet another thing out of my control.
I’ve tried to pour out power here every day since I got back, and still,
nothing. Rot boils in my veins, fueled by my rage, but the well of raw
power stays empty.
It just makes me even more infuriated.
I feel exhaustion tugging at me as incessantly as the wrongness of my
separation from her. But I stay fastened to the base of this mountain, failing
over and over again. Because failing is better than giving up. Failing means
I’m still trying.
At least there’s no one around to see it—to see this pathetic attempt to
stop failing. No one else comes here. The timberwings won’t allow it—not
even their preferred handlers or riders. The beasts are far too territorial over
this feed site to tolerate anyone else. The only exception, apparently, is me.
Which is why it’s really fucking stupid when I hear a timberwing land
behind me, and then my brother calls out, “You need to rest.”
I sigh, dropping my hands down to my sides. “You shouldn’t be here.”
The female timberwing past the boulders lets off a guttural warning
growl that vibrates through the air. My brother’s beast lets out a responding
one, both equally bristled. At least Ryatt has the good sense not to
dismount. He doesn’t, however, have the good sense not to irritate me.
“Judging by the
That prick for a king
My palm burns.
Her body flies back, hitting the barred wall with a thud, but I
concentrate on my ribbons as they push at the door, making my back strain.
Midas’s mouth opens to shout something as he struggles against me,
trying to slam the door shut, but my ribbons are stronger. The iron door
makes a groan under the strength of them, and in the next second, my
ribbons tear it clear off its hinges, snapping the iron like splinters. With a
flick, they toss the useless door directly into Midas, hitting him in the chest
and knocking him to the ground on his back.
My ribbons go limp, back screaming from the effort and strength that
just took. My momentum nearly sends me careening forward, but I manage
to lift a hand and catch myself on the bars of the cage before I fall flat on
my face.
But that’s when it sinks in.
The burn.
My head snaps up, gaze landing on the bar, on my hand that’s
grasping it. My bare hand.
Sometime during my struggle, my glove came off.
I quickly snatch my hand away and start to back away, but it’s too
late, of course.
Gold streamed from my palm the moment I touched it, like blood
pouring from a wound. I was too frenzied to control it, too panicked to
direct it.
The gold leaks down the bar and then puddles at my feet. It moves,
spreading across the cage floor like it has a mind of its own, crawling up
every bar, reaching toward the domed ceiling of the ironwork, coating every
inch of the iron cage.
I whirl around with a warning poised on my tongue, but instead, it
becomes a strangled cry.
No.
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40-70p: Hafif bağımlı 👀
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Beyazperdenin Manipülatif Kült Karakterleri ve Filmleri
☆ Gaslight / Işıklar Sönerken
- Gregory Anton
☆ The Usual Suspects / Olağan Şüpheliler
- Keyser Söze
☆ Whiplash
- Terence Flechter
☆ Gone Girl
- Amy Elliott Dunne
☆ Tereddüt
-Cem
☆ Basic Instinct / Temel İçgüdü
- Catherine Tramell
☆ Fight Club / Dövüş Kulübü
- Tyler Durden
Joi Ito ve Jeff Howe, "Whiplash: How to Survive Our Faster Future" kitabında şöyle yazmıştır: "Giderek öngörülemeyen bir dünyada çok daha hızlı hareket ederken detaylı bir harita, gereksiz yere çokça bedel ödeterek sizi ormanın derinliklerine sürükleyebilir. Ama iyi bir pusula sizi her zaman gitmek istediğiniz yere götürür. Bu, nereye gideceğinizi bilmeden yola çıkmanız gerektiği anlamına gelmez. Bunun anlamı şudur; haritayla zar zor ilerlerken elinizde bir pusula varsa hedefinize giden yol düz olmasa bile yolculuğunuzu daha hızlı ve daha verimli bir şekilde sonlandırırsınız."
MIT Media Lab’in müdürü Joi Ito belirsizlik dünyasında gezinmek için araç olarak “haritalar yerine pusula” ilkesini kullanmayı teşvik eder. O ve Jeff Howe, Whiplash: How to Survive Our Faster Future kitabında şöyle yazmıştır: “Giderek öngörülemeyen bir dünyada çok daha hızlı hareket ederken detaylı bir harita, gereksiz yere çokça bedel ödeterek sizi ormanın derinliklerine sürükleyebilir. Ama iyi bir pusula sizi her zaman gitmek istediğiniz yere götürür.”
Sayfa 62 - Indigo Kitap
“You offering me a job, or something?”
“Or something.”
What? The change of tune is enough to give me whiplash. I squint at him, trying to figure out what he’s playing at. Maybe it’s because my brain is damaged from the blow, but I can’t tell if he’s joking or not.
“Why do I feel like I’m about to get sex trafficked?”
Raphael lets out a short sigh. “I’m offended. All of my businesses are perfectly legitimate; thank you.”
