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Robin hobb se estaba descojonando mientras escribia estos libros, que señora tan malvada

Cuatro paquetes de cacahuetes por 28 peniques?!?!?! Si claro

No se si lo de que 6 cervezas cuesten menos de 5 libras es parte del absurdismo del libro o parte de la vida en los ochenta

That summer, over three months, I killed seventeen times for the King. Had I not already killed, out of my own volition and defense, it might have been harder.

Que curioso como de diferente actuan/son percibidos ciertos personajes en el primer libro
Fitz no tiene nada de lo taciturno que se vuelve lol, chade es muchisimo mas gentil de lo que es cuando esta ya senil, y a verity no le paran de mencionar como un soldado y con poco arte en tratar con personas (este ultimo sobre todo creo que es culpa de como fitz recuerda a verity despues de su muerte)

Completamente sin planear
Supongo que me voy a leer solo este porque lo ultimo que tenia en las cartas despues de terminarme la saga de DIECISEIS libros era volver a leermela, pero bueno, es que el final me ha dejado el corazon vacio no hay otra cosa que me llame leer ahora 🤡

'You delayed this reckoning.' His voice dropped lower and suddenly he was coldly calm. 'But my Catalyst and I have won. The future is here, and the vengeance is greater than even a prophet could predict.' His voice, so grand a moment before, cracked and broke as he said, 'Bought with his death.'

Como puede ser que bee esté ya en clerres
Hace mucho tiempo que no odio un personaje y un lugar tanto; dwalia, tienes tus dias contados

DREADING this book

Efectivamente nadie me contacte en una semana plz

I picked up a blanket, held it to my face, and inhaled her. Bee. And the smell of sickness. My child was ill. Captive. Ill. And gone. The coldhearted assassin in me warred with the panicked father. And suddenly they merged, and any doubts I had felt about what I could or must do to get Bee back vanished forever. Anything. That was what I could do to regain my child. Anything.

Chade shook his head. "There is no path to the future. Fitz. The path is now. Now is all there is, or ever will be. You can change perhaps the next ten breaths in your life. But after that, random chance seizes you in its jaws again. A tree falls on you, a spider bites your ankle, and all your grand plans for winning a battle are for naught. Now is what we have, Fitz, and now is where we act to stay alive."

My desk had been ransacked, my chair overturned. I cared nothing for that destruction, nor for any stolen secrets. Where was my little girl? I was panting as I strove to align the doors so that I could close them and work the catch to the hidden labyrinth, "Bee," I told her, my voice cracking with hope. "Papa's home, I'm coming. Oh, Bee, please be there."

Robin hobb me ha hecho llorar una vez mas
Tenedor encontrado en cocina

Years later, I would marvel at my stupidity. How could I not have known? For years, I had waited and longed for a message from the Fool. And when finally it came, I had not received it.

In a sense, this massacre wasn't about Souji at all. This was about demonstrating a change in loyalty, a gruesome apology by anyone who had ever spoken against her before. This was a blood sacrifice to a new figurehead. And if anyone still doubted her leadership, then the screaming would at least strike fear deep into their hearts.


Rin... when i catch you rin...
Buf desde el principio se la pelaban las personas

Okay, rin is unconcious and defeated... but!
She isnt chained to a wall yet....
Is this a win?
Yeah im calling it a win asjjdj

"So what in the sixty-four gods has been happening here?" Venka asked after a while. "I passed a few villages on my way up here. They've all gone completely mad."
"Throes of victory," Rin said. "Growing pains." "They're skinning people alive," Venka said.
"Because they traded little girls for food rations." "Oh. Fair enough." Venka flicked an invisible speck of dust from her wrist. "I hope they castrated them, too."

J'aimais bien être assis dans une salle d'attente et attendre quelque chose, et quand la porte du cabinet s'ouvrait et le docteur Katz entrait, tout de blanc vêtu, et venait me caresser les cheveux, je me sentais mieux et c'est pour ça qu'il y a la médecine.


Okey leo verídicamente a paso de tortuga pero meu deus, entre la cantidad de argot francés y la narración tan del tirón y enrevesada, no doy para más

- C'est mon trou juif, Momo.
- Ah bon alors ça va.
- Tu comprends?
- Non, mais ça fait rien, j'ai l'habitude.
- C'est là que je viens me cacher quand j'ai peur.
- Peur de quoi, Madame Rosa?
- C'est pas nécessaire d'avoir des raisons pour avoir peur, Momo.

Ça, j'ai jamais oublié, parce que c'est la chose la plus vraie que j'aie jamais entendue.

Madame Rosa m'a tout de suite trainé chez le docteur Katz. Elle avait eu une peur bleue et elle lui a dit que j'avais tous les signes héréditaires et que j'étais capable de saisir un couteau et de la tuer dans son sommeil. Je ne sais pas du tout pourquoi Madame Rosa avait toujours peur d'être tuée dans son sommeil, comme si ça pouvait l'empêcher de dormir.

Bien sûr, elle n'était jamais tout à fait tranquille là-dessus car pour ça il faut être mort. Dans la vie c'est toujours la panique.

"They're not the strongest force in the world," Rin said. She felt the god's presence in the back of her mind, eager, delighted, and at last perfectly aligned with her intentions. Together, spoke the Phoenix, we burn down this world. She slammed her fist against the table. "I am."

If only every time she said some bs like that she didnt end up chained and drugged

Saunas misticas 🙏

Heavy sindrome de segundo libro en una trilogía

"You're bleeding." Nezha pointed to her thigh.

But she barely heard him. She was still looking at Vaisra, who was smiling more widely than she'd ever seen him. He looked bleased. Proud. And somehow. the iolt of satisfaction that gave her felt better than anything she'd smoked in months.


Poor nezha, my guy, she fell for your dilf father

No me apetecia leer nada heavy asi que me estoy releyendo esto

Se me había olvidado que habíamos vuelto al pasado
Stg ya ni me acuerdo quien era el señor que se habia muerto

Vaya lío de nombres me traigo

Me hace gracia que cuando Fitz pasó por Kelsingra la forma en la que la describía hacía a uno entender que eran dos torres derruídas y tres muros mal colocados, imagine my surprise que la forma en la que los elderlings nuevos la describen parece del tamaño de toledo mínimo

Es hora de coger el toro por los cuernos y terminarme esto