The ​City of Mirrors (The Passage 3.) 10 csillagozás

Justin Cronin: The City of Mirrors Justin Cronin: The City of Mirrors Justin Cronin: The City of Mirrors

In life I was a scientist called Fanning.

Then, in a jungle in Bolivia, I died.

I died, and then I was brought back to life…

Prompted by a voice that lives in her blood, the fearsome warrior known as Alicia of Blades is drawn towards to one of the great cities of The Time Before. The ruined city of New York. Ruined but not empty. For this is the final refuge of Zero, the first and last of The Twelve. The one who must be destroyed if mankind is to have a future.

What she finds is not what she's expecting.

A journey into the past.

To find out how it all began.

And an opponent at once deadlier and more human than she could ever have imagined.

Eredeti megjelenés éve: 2016

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Orion, London, 2017
806 oldal · puhatáblás · ISBN: 9780752883342
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Ballantine Books, London, 2016
624 oldal · keménytáblás · ISBN: 9780345505002
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Ballantine Books, New York, 2016
762 oldal · puhatáblás · ISBN: 9780399182167

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Don_Spritz>!
Justin Cronin: The City of Mirrors

Gyönyörű befejezés. Mindenképp el fogom majd olvasni a teljes trilógiát még egyszer.

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Tóth_Györgyi>!
Justin Cronin: The City of Mirrors

A trilógia izgalmas zárókötete, néhol egyszerűen letehetetlen fejezetekkel, ahol az ember azt kívánja, bárcsak egy pillantásra el tudna olvasni egy egész oldalt, hogy gyorsabban haladjon a cselekményben!


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Ri_ver P>!

It was true, what they said about the stars. The more you looked, the more you saw. They were a comfort, their watchful presence a force of reassurance; yet this had not always been so. He stood and looked at them, remembering a time when the sight of so many stars had meant something else entirely.

Ri_ver P>!

That's what love was, he decided. Love was being known.

Ri_ver P>!

The world was real and you were in it, a brief part but still a part, and if you were lucky, and maybe even if you weren't, the things you'd done for love would be remembered.

Ri_ver P>!

Compounding Peter's distrust, Chase was wearing a necktie, the most incomprehensible article of clothing in the history of the world.

Marvin>!

It's children, he thought, that give us our lives; without them we are nothing, we are here and then gone, like the dust.

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Marvin>!

The song was like a sonic embodiment of pure emotion. There was a deep heartache inside its phrases, but the feeling was expressed with such tenderness that it did not seem sad. It made him think of the way time felt, always falling into the past, becoming memory.

7. oldal

Marvin>!

The closeness and warmth of their bodies, the common rhythm of their breathing: it wasn't happiness Peter felt but something deeper, richer. All his life he had wanted to be known by just one person. That's what love was, he dicided. Love was being known.

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Marvin>!

There was, Alicia realized, a single hour that all the days since your birth pointed you toward. What you thought was a maze of choices, all the possibilities of what your life might become, was, in fact, a series of steps you took along a road, and when you reached your destination and looked back, only one path – the one chosen for you – was visible.

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Marvin>!

What I had begun to discern in my roommate was the price of being too smart. He possessed an intellect capable of calculating reams of data without taking pleasure in any of it. To Lucessi, the world was a collection of interlocking systems divorced from all meaning, a surface reality governed only by itself. He could, for instance, recite the batting averages of every player on the New York Yankees, but when I asked him who his favorite was, he had no answer. The only emotion he seemed capable of was disdain for people, though even that possessed a quality of childish bewilderment, as if he were a bored toddler in a man's body, forced to sit at the grown-up's table and listen incomprehensible conversations about the price of real estate and who was divorcing whom. I believe this pained him – he wasn't aware what the problem was, only that it existed – resulting in a kind of nihilistic loneliness: he both despised and envied everybody else, except for me, to whom he attributed a similar vison of the world, simply because I was always around and didn't make fun of him.

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