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—Entonces... ¿Habéis dormido bien? ¿No te duele nada, Caleb? —preguntó Cahal cruzándose de brazos y sonriéndoles. —Ayer estabas bastante indispuesto. Aileen lo miró echando fuego por los ojos. —Muy bien, Cahal —contestó Caleb. —Ya no me duele nada. —¿Qué le dolía, señor? —preguntó María untando los gofres de chocolate. Aquella conversación se estaba saliendo del tiesto. —Los huevos —comentó Menw haciendo que todos se partieran de la risa. -¿Perdón? —dijo María agrandando los ojos de una manera no demasiado inocente. —Huevos —corrigió él. —¿Podría hacerme unos huevos fritos, también? —Claro —contestó María achicando los ojos. —Señorita Daanna, ¿me acercas los huevos de Menw? Aquel comentario tomó a todos desprevenidos y de repente estallaron a carcajadas. No se podían aguantar. María, Mewn, Cahal, Danna, Caleb & Aileen Serie Vanir -Libro de Jade ↗
#ya
The size and age of the Cosmos are beyond ordinary human understanding. Lost somewhere between immensity and eternity is our tiny planetary home. In a cosmic perspective, most human concerns seem insignificant, even petty. And yet our species is young and curious and brave and shows much promise. In the last few millennia we have made the most astonishing and unexpected discoveries about the Cosmos and our place within it, explorations that are exhilarating to consider. They remind us that humans have evolved to wonder, that understanding is a joy, that knowledge is prerequisite to survival. I believe our future depends on how well we know this Cosmos in which we float like a mote of dust in the morning sky. ↗
I worry that, especially as the Millennium edges nearer, pseudoscience and superstition will seem year by year more tempting, the siren song of unreason more sonorous and attractive. Where have we heard it before? Whenever our ethnic or national prejudices are aroused, in times of scarcity, during challenges to national self-esteem or nerve, when we agonize about our diminished cosmic place and purpose, or when fanaticism is bubbling up around us - then, habits of thought familiar from ages past reach for the controls. The candle flame gutters. Its little pool of light trembles. Darkness gathers. The demons begin to stir. ↗
#carl-sagan #cosmos #age
Kevin looks at me and I know he isn’t seeing the little girl I use to be, all pigtails and gangly limbs. He isn’t seeing my mother’s daughter or even my mother anymore. As his eyes linger over me, stopping here and there in the most uncomfortable places, I know he isn’t really even seeing me as I am. The bloodshot eyes staring out of the alcohol-flushed face are seeing a girl, nearly of age, who owes him a tremendous debt of gratitude.--Rocky Evans ↗
#historical-fiction #love #romance #romantic-suspense #teens
I wasn’t interesting. And he was. Interesting… and brilliant… and mysterious… and perfect… and beautiful… and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand. -Bella Swan ↗
It takes a few days for the transformation to be complete, depending on how much venom is in the bloodstream, how close the venom is to the heart. As long as the heart keeps beating, poison spreads, healing, changing the body as it moves through it. Eventually the heart stops, and the conversion is finished. But all the time, every minute of it, a victim would be wishing for death ↗
Hey, guard!” Ian hollered out loud. “Do you think we could get a bathroom break?” The guard seemed to snicker as he pointed to the grass outside the cell. Eena smirked at how dead-on her thoughts had been after all. “Come on,” Ian complained. “She can’t do that, she’s a girl.” The soldier smiled wryly, a shrug communicating his indifference. Eena laughed in her mind. (I don’t know what you think’s so funny. You’re the one who’s gotta pee.) Oddly enough, that fact just made her laugh even more. ↗
#ian #richelle #richelle-goodrich #the-curse-of-wanyaka-cave #the-harrowbethian-saga
