Librarians. He’d never met one with a bad memory. He had a theory that words stuck to their minds like flies to flypaper.
It hadn’t been easy to reach the city where Jacob had grown up. The borders in his world were more tightly guarded than the island of the Fairies.
Isn't there at lest a bloody light switch somewhere in this hole? Oh, to hell with it, I feel as if I've fallen into some far-fetched adventure story where the villians wear black eye patches and thro...
I wish you luck,' she said, kissing him on the cheek. He still had the most beautiful eyes of any boy she'd ever seen. But now her heart beat so much faster for someone else.
I libri la rincuoravano quando era triste e scacciavano la noia mentre Mo tagliava, rilegava, incollava pagine ormai logore, rese fragili da anni e anni d'uso sotto le innumerevoli dita che le avevano...
Her grandmother cursed the pain as she hobbled down the corridor. I soon learned Zelda always swears using strange plant names: stinkwort, nettlemuck, skunkbush, sumac. She seemed to have an endless s...
He sought her lips as if he needed to breathe through her, as if only she could keep him from choking on his rage.
He closed the window, and the scents of the past again flooded the room, like a bunch of wilted flowers.
Go back and rid the word of that book. Fill it with words before spring comes, or winter will never end for you. And I will take not only your life for the Adderhead's but your daughter's, too, becaus...
Farid had brought an invisible guest with him.Fear.
Everyone living around this lake thinks I’m crazy, and if we go back to the police with this story, then the news that Elinor Loredan has finally flipped will be all over the place. Which just goes to...
Da dove devo cominciare? Intanto, va chiarita subito una cosa fondamentale: un romanziere non scrive mai tutto quello che sa sui suoi personaggi. I lettori non devono venire a sapere tutto. Alcuni asp...
But his heart, strangely enough, told him something else.
But after all, the villains are the salt in the soup of a story.
Bad news? Oh, festering fungus! What sort of bad news?
As Mo had said: writing stories is a kind of magic, too.
Правда странно, что, если книжку прочитать несколько раз, она становится намного толще? - сказал Мо, когда они в последний день рождения Мегги вместе рассматривали эти её старинные сокровища в сундуке...
Истории никогда не кончаются, Мегги, - сказал он ей однажды. - Хотя книжки любят делать вид, будто это не так. Истории продолжаются, они не заканчиваются на последней странице, как и начинаются не на...
«Quando ti porti dietro un libro» le aveva rivelato Mo quando Meggie ci aveva messo dentro il primo «avviene qualcosa di straordinario: le sue pagine raccoglieranno i tuoi ricordi. E un giorno ti bast...
«Come se ogni volta, fra le pagine, rimanesse attaccato qualcosa: sensazioni, pensieri, rumori, odori... E quando a distanza di anni li riapri, ritrovi te stesso, un po' più giovane, un po' diverso, q...