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Lisa Goldstein

Tudástár · 2 kapcsolódó alkotó

KatalógusnévGoldstein, Lisa

Könyvei 7

Lisa Goldstein: The Uncertain Places
Lisa Goldstein: The Red Magician
Lisa Goldstein: Summer King, Winter Fool
Lisa Goldstein: The Alchemist's Door
Lisa Goldstein: Walking the Labyrinth
Lisa Goldstein: Tourists
Lisa Goldstein: The Dream Years

Antológiák 5

Burger István (szerk.): Galaktika 299.
Szélesi Sándor (szerk.): Átjáró 4.
Kuczka Péter (szerk.): Galaktika 124.
Burger István (szerk.): Galaktika 299 XL
Neil Gaiman – Ed Kramer (szerk.): The Sandman: Book of Dreams

Népszerű idézetek

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„To me Trotskyists were like Cubs fans—their team was never going to win, but you had to admire their loyalty.”

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„Hospitals were a lot like what I had heard about war—hours of boredom followed by brief moments of terror.”

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The red orange leaves had fallen, covering the ground with silent, unmoving fire. The forest was quieter now, whispering softly and slowly like old people remembering their youth.

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“Why? Because spiders are holy. They ascend to heaven like the gods. It brings ill fortune if you kill one.”

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“Praise the gods,” Val said. “How do people in Tobol An celebrate the Feast of the Ascending God?”
“We—” Pebr said, but Taja laughed and said, interrupting him, “It’s not very exciting. What do you do in Etrara?”
“We set up a great arena in the palace courtyard,” Val said. “The strongest wrestlers in the city fight one another, and at the end two men who represent Callabrion and Scathiel come out and challenge each other. Callabrion always wins, of course, but sometimes Scathiel gives him a good fight.”

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“We don’t have anything like that,” Taja said. “The children light the bonfires, and then at midnight the priest announces that Callabrion has ascended to heaven and the days will start to get longer. And everyone wishes everyone else good fortune in the coming year and we go off to sleep.”

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“The gods don’t fight in Tobol An,” Pebr said, lighting his pipe. “I told you—we’re a peaceful people here.”
“They don’t fight? What do they do?”
“They pass each other on the ladder. Callabrion ascends to wed the goddess Sbona, and Scathiel descends to lose himself on earth, to become the Wandering God. And six months later they change places.”

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All over the mapped world, in Etrara and the provinces, in the barbaric country of Shai, people were telling the story of the goddess Sbona. Even in the colonies across the seas, in Udriel and Astrion, they would light candles against the vast loneliness around them and read to each other about the creation of the world.

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“Sbona ruled alone in heaven,” one of the villagers read. “Then she gave birth to the twins Callabrion and Scathiel, and she created the world we live in and she gave it to them. But the two sons quarreled over who was to have her favor, and they carried their fight to the newly created world, using it as a battleground. For hundreds of years they fought each other, and their struggles made the hills and valleys and mountains, and in the end each killed the other.”

“Sbona wept for her sons in heaven, and her tears fell to earth and created the seas,” Pebr said. “She descended to the world she had made and searched for their scattered limbs, and she created men and women to help her in her quest. Finally she gathered together the bodies of her two sons, and she breathed life into them. But Callabrion had lost forever his right toe, and Scathiel his left, and for their disobedience Sbona sent each of them into exile for six months out of the year.”

“Every year in winter Callabrion ascends to heaven, and so things grow, and become strong. And every year in summer Callabrion comes back to earth and his brother Scathiel ascends to heaven, and so things are reaped, and they die. Each is brother to the other, as summer is brother to winter, as life is brother to death. Every year the seasons change, but from year to year the seasons remain the same.”

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Taja was walking to the library when the trumpet sounded. At first she didn’t know what it was: she had never heard the trumpet of Thole. Then she saw people leave their houses and hurry down the path, and she realized that the ghost of the forest had been roused. Someone threatened the peace of Tobol An.