"Un cititor trăieşte o mie de vieţi înainte de a muri. Omul care nu citeşte trăieşte doar o singură viaţă." – George R.R. Martin

Quote of the Day – 29 August 2017: Preacher – Camilla Lackberg

Sometimes he played there by thieves on the high road, but that day he was a knight. A Knight of the Round Table, as in the great and brightly colored book that grandma had given him on his birthday.

He jumped over the boulders that covered the earth and, full of fearlessness, prepared to attack the great flout with his pallor. The sun's rays didn't reach the opening, which is why it looked dark and cold. Only good for dragons. Soon, he would make his blood guzzle out of his neck, and after long torment, the dihania would fall to his legs.

With his tail, he saw something that caught his attention. There was a piece of red cloth behind a rock, and curiosity took hold of it. The dragon could wait; Maybe there was a treasure hiding. He was gaining momentum and jumping down the boulder, looking the other way. For a moment, he almost fell, but in the end, shaking and shaking his arms, he found his balance again. He would later admit that he had feared, but never, in all six years of his life, had been more horrified than he did at the time. A woman lay there, waiting for him. He lay on his back, looking up aim, eyes wide open. His first push was to run away before she caught him playing where he wasn't allowed. Maybe he'll make him tell him where he lived, and then drag him to mom and dad's house. They will be very angry and will certainly ask him, "How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to go to the Craiului Chasm without an adult?"

But the strange thing was that the woman wasn't moving. and he didn't even have a coat on it, and for a moment, the boy felt embarrassed because he was sitting there, watching an empty lady. What he had seen was not a piece of red cloth, but a bag right next to it, and his clothes couldn't see them anywhere. Funny thing, lying there naked. Especially since it was so cold.

Then something impossible crossed his mind. What if the lady was dead? They couldn't find any other explanation for the fact that she was lying so motionless. Awareness of this caused him to jump off the boulder and slowly give away, to the edge of the despamy. After moving away a few metres from the dead woman, he twisted on to the heel and ran home as fast as he could. He didn't care if he was going to be reprimanded or not.

Sweat caused the bedding to stick to his body. Erica was whirring in bed, moving from side to side, but she was unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in. The serene summer night did not ease her sleep at all, and for the thousandth time he intended not to forget to buy some curtains that prevent light from entering the room or, rather, persuading Patrik to do so.

She was her off that he could sleep so peacefully right next to her. How dare she sit there and snore, while she was struggling night after night? The baby was his, the baby. Shouldn't he have, out of solidarity, been sitting up next to her or something? He'd give him a little nudge in the hope that he'd wake up. Patrik doesn't even budge. You're swallowing him a little harder. He muttered something, pulled his duvet over his head and turned his back on him.

With a sigh, Erica lay on her back, her arms crossed over her breasts and looked aiming into the ceiling. Her womb is arched in the air like a large sphere, and she tries to imagine her baby swimming through the darkness inside her. Maybe with your thumb in your mouth. But it was still far too surreal that she could imagine what she looked like. He was in the eighth month, but he still couldn't get used to the thought of having a new life inside of him. Well, as soon as it was going to be very real. It was torn between impatience and dread. He had a hard time seeing beyond birth. As a matter of fact, at that moment he found it hard to see beyond the problem of the powerlessness of sleeping on his belly. He looks at the bright screen of the alarm clock. 4:42 in the morning. Maybe you should turn on the light and read for a while.

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