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T. Kingfisher amerikai

Ursula Vernon

1977. május 28. –

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Teljes névUrsula Vernon
KatalógusnévKingfisher, T.
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Könyvei 26

T. Kingfisher: What Moves the Dead
T. Kingfisher: A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking
T. Kingfisher: Nettle and Bone
T. Kingfisher: Thornhedge
T. Kingfisher: The Hollow Places
T. Kingfisher: Swordheart
T. Kingfisher: Paladin's Grace
T. Kingfisher: The Twisted Ones
T. Kingfisher: A House With Good Bones
T. Kingfisher: Paladin's Strength

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Népszerű idézetek

Noro P>!

“I would give my life for yours. Your enemies are my enemies.”
“They already were your enemies!”
“Well,” he admitted, “that’s true. But I’ll be here if you make any new ones.”

Chapter Sixteen

Noro P>!

“But I don’t want to be the sensible one,” said the assassin plaintively. “I want to be the one who kills people and gets paid a lot of money.”

Chapter Thirty-five

Azu>!

It is nearly impossible to be sad when eating a blueberry muffin. I'm pretty sure that's a scientific fact.

Chapter 30

Polaris>!

“Do you have a name?” he asked.
“I do. Do you?”
His lips twitched. “Yes?”
“Excellent. We are both named beings.”

Polaris>!

It was early morning on the banks of the Elkinslough River.

(első mondat)

hopeisaprison>!

If we don’t pretend we’re laughing, we might have to admit just how broken we are.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Alex Easton
hopeisaprison>!

The dead don’t walk. Except, sometimes, when they do.

Chapter 10

Serenity87 P>!

In the early days, the wall of thorns had been distressingly obvious.

(első mondat)

Noro P>!

“Brenner? He’s got a heart of gold…cold, metallic, and made of money.”

Chapter Three

Noro P>!

“Does your mother know you do this for a living?”
“You’re starting to annoy me, lady.”
Slate did a brief mental calculation of whether annoying one’s torturer was a bad idea, or whether you were going to get tortured anyway and you might as well go out on a defiant note, and decided to err on the side of caution. “Sorry. I babble when I’m nervous. I’m very nervous right now. You probably guessed that. Hey, did I already mention that I’d tell you everything you want to know?”
The torturer folded his arms and frowned down his nose at her. “Was someone in here before me to soften you up?”
“No, I’m very soft to begin with.” She considered. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance I could seduce you out of this? I mean, not to be insulting, I’m sure you’re a man of principle, just figured I’d ask, in case you were a lonely man of principle —”

Chapter Thirty-three