Game ​of Death 1 csillagozás

David Hosp: Game of Death

„The ​first thing I notice is her face. It is so perfect it seems unlikely that it could ever exist in the real world. Her white skin is flawless, her features perfectly symmetrical, her lips red and wet and full, parting with every gasp. It is her eyes that hold me, though. They are a shade of blue I have never seen, with flecks of gold and crystal, and they are so penetrating it feels as though they are reaching out straight through his eyes into mine, begging me for . . . something. I can't quite make out what it is. It's like those eyes have captured the dialectic of every human emotion that ever mattered – love and hate; ecstasy and terror; comfort and jealousy – and rolled them into a single glance that could level entire cities. I am slaughtered.”

Imagine being able to create and experience your deepest dreams and your darkest fantasies – Boston entrepreneur and techno whizz kid, Nick Calder, with the help of his long-time friend and colleague, Yvette, has devised a… (tovább)

Eredeti megjelenés éve: 2014

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Macmillan, London, 2014
320 oldal · puhatáblás · ISBN: 1447206223

Kívánságlistára tette 1


Népszerű idézetek

mrsp>!

He looked at me like my vagina offended him.

124. oldal

mrsp>!

The first thing I notice is her face. It is so perfect it seems unlikely that it could ever exist in the real world. Her white skin is flawless, her features perfectly symmetrical, her lips red and wet and full, parting with every gasp. It is her eyes that hold me, though. They are a shade of blue I have never seen, with flecks of gold and crystal, and they are so penetrating it feels as though they are reaching out straight through his eyes into mine, begging me for . . . something. I can't quite make out what it is. It's like those eyes have captured the dialectic of every human emotion that ever mattered – love and hate; ecstasy and terror; comfort and jealousy – and rolled them into a single glance that could level entire cities. I am slaughtered.

2-3. oldal

mrsp>!

I can feel her skin on my hands, warm and smooth, like the finest velvet ever woven.

3. oldal

mrsp>!

You've been in this business too long to start judging people's fantasies now. Morality gets left at sign-in, remember?

7. oldal

mrsp>!

Honesty is dangerous with her. She is like a dog with a fresh joint when she senses the core truth in any personal revelation. She will gnaw on it for hours, sucking the marrow out of every emotional implication until there is nothing left but inert bone, all of the meat chewed out of it. It's an exhausting process that usually requires several shots of tequila, and I'm not up for that at the moment.

9. oldal

mrsp>!

'I'll walk you back.'
'Why? You think I can't take care of myself?'
She is a rare specimen. 'I'm not worried about you,' I say. 'I'm trying to protect the muggers.'

14. oldal

mrsp>!

There is something intoxicating about sitting in public with an attractive girl, even if she is only a friend. Every man who passes thinks you're having sex with her, and the envy radiates from them. It makes you feel powerful.

35-36. oldal

mrsp>!

'I hate you, you know that?'
'Yeah, but you still can't live without me.'

42. oldala

mrsp>!

'You're all the same,' Yvette chuckles.
'You're painting with a pretty broad brush, don't you think?'
'My brush isn't broad; men are narrow.'

87. oldal


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