Лабиринт |
Еле-еле осилив Алана Брэдли, я вернулась к фику по "Лабиринту" My Immortal. Я в восторге от юмора автора и аплодирую стоя:
Right now I suggest that we just talk, not about anything really important, ask questions that are basic. Just get to know each other a little." she looked at him, at those beautiful mismatched eyes. She could feel herself falling into them, had to pull herself away before she got lost. "And, above all, we must be nice to each other."
"You mean no fights, no arguments?" he found the thought both appealing and frightening. Would it be possible for them to get along without confrontation? If they didn't fight then what would they do all day? Sit around in a gloomy silence? (вообще я в восторге от образа мысле Джарета, ага)
или вот это:
Jareth pursed his lips, still not sure if the dwarf was telling the truth, and carefully opened the letter. His eyes went from dark to glowing in an instant as he read the simple, yet elegant handwriting.
Hoggle walked around the throne and peeked over Jareth's shoulder to read the letter himself, unable to stand not knowing what it said. But the King didn't like anyone to read over his shoulder, and he quickly moved the letter to where Hoggle couldn't see it.
"Hemple, I have two eyes of my own, and with those I can see and comprehend quite nicely," he said in a calm and deliberate manner, as if he were talking to a child, glancing back over his shoulder as he did so. "Having two more makes it hard, and when those eyes are not my own it is downright impossible for me to concentrate. Kindly leave!"
Оно прекрасно, я считаю. Вот читаю, и хочется вернуться к своим Творящим Сны, к Навьему царству... Кто знает, кто знает))
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