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Titan Books

  • charlreadsцитирует9 месяцев назад
    Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—or to find strength in a very long one.
  • hlabanewelcomeцитируетв прошлом году
    realized if you love what you do, it’ll never be work.

    So I fell in love with m
  • Keels <3цитирует2 года назад
    Grey for the magic-less city.

    Red, for the healthy empire.

    White, for the starving world.
  • kiriakieirinispanouцитирует7 месяцев назад
    traveled, someone invariably told him that he smelled like freshly cut
  • kiriakieirinispanouцитирует7 месяцев назад
    that he smelled like freshly cut flowers. Some said tulips. Others stargazers. Chrysanthemums. Peonies. To the king of England, it was always roses.
  • kiriakieirinispanouцитирует7 месяцев назад
    He could smell Grey London (smoke) and White London (blood), but to him, Red London simply smelled like home.
  • kiriakieirinispanouцитирует7 месяцев назад
    “A coin is a coin, Your Majesty.”
  • kiriakieirinispanouцитирует7 месяцев назад
    Not so and you know it,” grumbled the old king. “Turn out your pockets.”

    Kell sighed. “You’ll get me in trouble.”

    “Come, come,” said the king. “Our little secret.”
  • kiriakieirinispanouцитирует7 месяцев назад
    Magic made things simple.
  • kiriakieirinispanouцитирует7 месяцев назад
    Is it true?” the Enthusiast persisted. “What they say?”

    “Depends on who’s talking,” said Kell, closing the box, sliding the lid and clasp back into place, “and what’s being said.” He had done this dance a hundred times. Out of the corner of his blue eye he watched the man’s lips choreograph his next move. If he’d been a Collector, Kell might have cut him some slack, but men who waded into waters claiming they could swim should not need a raft.

    “That you bring things,” said the Enthusiast, eyes darting around the tavern. “Things from other places.”

    Kell took a sip of his drink, and the Enthusiast took his silence for assent.

    “I suppose I should introduce myself,” the man went on. “Edward Archibald Tuttle, the third. But I go by Ned.” Kell raised a brow. The young Enthusiast was obviously waiting for him to respond with an introduction of his own, but as the man clearly already had a notion
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