Aliette de Bodard amerikai francia

1982. november 10. (New York City, USA) –

Könyvei 15

Aliette de Bodard: Servant of the Underworld
Aliette de Bodard: The House of Shattered Wings
Aliette de Bodard: On a Red Station, Drifting
Aliette de Bodard: The House of Binding Thorns
Aliette de Bodard: The House of Sundering Flames
Aliette de Bodard: Harbinger of the Storm
Aliette de Bodard: Obsidian & Blood – The Collected Acatl Novels
Aliette de Bodard: Master of the House of Darts
Aliette de Bodard: In the Vanishers' Palace
Aliette de Bodard: Children of Thorns, Children of Water

Kapcsolódó sorozatok: Dominion of the Fallen angol · Obsidian & Blood angol · Összes sorozat »

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Népszerű idézetek

Noro >!

At this hour of the night, all but the most dedicated of pilgrims had left – though torches and braziers still lit up the night, showing the way for the novice priests running around the Serpent Wall. Ahead, on the shadowy mass of the Great Temple, sacrifices were still tumbling down, with the familiar thud of dead bodies coming to rest on the stone at the bottom of the steps. The smell of copal incense hung heavy in the air – and it seemed that everything was right with the world.

Chapter Sixteen: The Gates of the Fifth World

Noro >!

When you crawl bleeding under the Heavens, all prayers are sincere.

Chapter Fourteen: Sickbeds

Noro >!

For all the chaos and the uncertainty, death remained constant, always by our side, something to be relied on no matter what else might transpire.

Chapter Eleven: The Obsidian Butterfly

Rémálom P>!

The new client sat in the chair reserved for customers, levelly gazing at The Shadow’s Child—hands apart, legs crossed under the jade-green fabric of her tunic.

(első mondat)

Noro >!

In the silence of the shrine, I bowed to the corpse on the altar: a minor member of the Imperial Family, who had died in a boating accident on Lake Texcoco.

(első mondat)


Another splash. I turned towards the ahuizotl – and, with a fright, saw that it was crawling out of the pool.
It was black, as sleek as a fish; but instead of fins, it crawled on four clawed hands. Its wrinkled face was vaguely human: not that of an old man, but that of a child that had stayed for too long in the water; and the eyes were those of eagles or pikes, round and unblinking and filled with frightful intelligence. Its tail was long and sinuous, ending in a small, clawed hand that kept clenching on empty air, a motion that was oddly sickening.