Her voice like a bright, clear window of sky. Her face a field of freckles. He thinks: I don't want to let you go.
Weapons, an eccentric’s beekeeping equipment. Then a wine cellar. Then a handyman’s nook. Atelier de
That first peach slithers down his throat like rapture. A sunrise in his mouth.
Marie-Laure sits in her customary spot in the corner of the kitchen, closest to the fireplace, and listens to the friends of Melanie Manec complain... Nine of them sit around the square table, knees p...
Single candle. He slides the jack under
Hope is something that can be very dangerous but without it life would be horribly dry. Impossible, even.
Volkheimer is gone; there are stories that he has become a fearsome sergeant in the Wehrmacht. That he led a platoon into the last town on the road to Moscow. Hacked off the fingers of dead Russians a...
Foucault’s pendulum would
Home of mice and damp and the stink of stranded shellfish, as if a huge tide swept in decades ago and took its time draining away. Marie-Laure hesitates over the open door, smelling the fires from out...
O tempo é algo escorregadio: segure com firmeza, ou seu encadeamento pode escoar de suas mãos para sempre.
Whose sisters listen to foreign radio stations? The woman
Artillery has stopped for the moment, and the predawn fires inside the walls take on a steady middle life, an adulthood.
And the post office, where he waits in interminable
Is it right to do something only because everyone else is doing it? - Jutta
All the next day the pleasure of his success lingers in Werner's blood, the memory of how it seemed almost holy to him to walk beside big Volkheimer back to the castle, down through the frozen trees,...
They look like scarecrows shipping west to be staked in some terrible garden.
Well, Fredde has all the best there at that school, all the
Look closely and the picturesque inevitably cracks apart and becomes more interesting.
Below shows itself very clearly for a moment, and
He can
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