Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.
Creo que a los humanos les gusta contemplar la destrucción a pequeña escala.
But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived? His
At this point, I couldn't help it. I walked around to see her better, and from the moment I witnessed her face again, I could tell that this was who she loved the most. Her expression stroked the man...
As Rudy slumped into the corner and flicked mud from his sleeve at the window, Franz fired him the Hitler Youth's favourite question:'When was our Führer Adolf Hitler born?'Rudy looked up. 'Sorry?'The...
Another ten minutes, the gates of thievery would open just a crack, and Lisa Meminger would widen them a little further and squeeze through.
And they would all smile at the beauty of destruction.
A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTHI do not carry a sickle or scythe.I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold.And I don't have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance...
A REASSURING ANNOUNCEMENT Please, be calm, despite that previous threat. I am all bluster - I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.
The journey continued like had happened.
El crimen hablaba por sí solo.
Небето е синьо днес, Макс, и има един голям дълъг облак, който се е разтегнал като въже. В единия му край слънцето е като жълта дупка...
Miré, sólo unos segundos. Hacía 22 meses que no veía el mundo exterior. -¿Qué aspecto tenía? - Había estrellas. Me quemaron los ojos.
A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH*** I do not carry a sickle or a scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold. And I don't have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a...
By the way—I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)
That summer was a new beginning, a new end.When I look back, I remember my slippery hands of paint and the sound of Papa's feet on Munich Street, and I know that a small piece of the summer of 1942 be...
No-one wanted to bomb Himmel Street. No-one would bomb a place named after heaven, would they? Would they?
—¿Está bien?Asiente con la cabeza y miente.—Sí.
— Я… — Ответ давался ему с трудом. — Когда все было тихо, я поднялся в коридор, а в гостиной между шторами осталась щелочка… Можно было выглянуть на улицу. Я посмотрел только несколько секунд. — Он не...
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