Rosemary Crow személy
Idézetek
– Igen, még mindig próbálom feldolgozni, hogy szó szerint Rosemary gyermeke vagyok – sóhajtotta.
– Olvasd el azt a könyvet – javasolta Tessa halvány mosollyal.
– Láttam a filmet – vágott vissza Kit.
– Fogalmam sincs, miről beszéltek – mondta Jem most is, mint általában, amikor ezek ketten az „olvasd el a könyvet/láttam a filmet” játékot játszották.
624. oldal, Bukjatok örökre
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Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a child who should not have been born. A child of disgraced warriors—his blood the blood of the angels, his birthright forfeit while he slept, unknowing, in his mother’s womb. A child sentenced to death for the sins of his ancestors, a child spirited away from the Law that condemned and the family that couldn’t yet know how much they might someday need him and his progeny.
Once upon a time, a child was lost—or, at least, such is the story as told by those foolish enough to lose him. No one is ever lost to himself.
The child was simply hiding. As his child, and his child’s child, learned to hide, and on through the generations, evading those who hunted them—some seeking forgiveness, some seeking annihilation—until, inevitably, that which had been hidden was revealed. The lost child was found.
And that was the end.
But all was not lost. Because there, miraculously alive despite the swarm of ravening Mantids, was the treasure Rosemary had sacrificed everything to protect: her son. […] The determination in his blue eyes, the fierce, graceful way he held himself in the face of danger—there was no doubt, this was a Herondale.