jueves, 27 de noviembre de 2008
sábado, 15 de noviembre de 2008
World without end
¨She kissed his hand, feeling his hot blood on her lips. She put his finger in her mouth, sucking the wound clean. It was so intimate that it felt like a sexual act, and she closed her eyes, feeling ecstatic. She swallowed, tasting his blood, and shuddered with pleasure.¨
¨Most of all, he remember Caris as a girl. They had been preadolescent, but nevertheless he had been bewitched by her quick wits, her daring, and the effortless way she had assumed command of the little group. It was not love, but it was a kind of fascination that was not unlike love.¨
¨There´s always a cross at the top of a spire,¨ Merthin said. ¨That´s conventional. Aside from that, practise varies. At Chartres, the cross bears an image of the sun. I´ve done something different. (...)¨
¨Most of all, he remember Caris as a girl. They had been preadolescent, but nevertheless he had been bewitched by her quick wits, her daring, and the effortless way she had assumed command of the little group. It was not love, but it was a kind of fascination that was not unlike love.¨
¨There´s always a cross at the top of a spire,¨ Merthin said. ¨That´s conventional. Aside from that, practise varies. At Chartres, the cross bears an image of the sun. I´ve done something different. (...)¨
Ken Follett
P.S: I have found a typo in my book... at the bottom of page 910.
domingo, 9 de noviembre de 2008
Bella
Not just because of the Atlantic+Butterfly cocktail that is more than enough for me...but it is such a cute movie! Another butterfly-effect story but with the latin ingredients in the NY context so well done that makes the small budget invisible...
p.s1: I have seen those lamps before...
p.s2: where r men like him hiding???
p.s1: I have seen those lamps before...
p.s2: where r men like him hiding???
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