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She covered her mouth. Wed better not get the plague. Whose Announcer did you open up in Jerusalem, anyway? I dont know, I just. Were never going to get home! Yes, we are, Shel. I read about this. I think. We got backwards in time by leapfrogging through other angels Announcers, so maybe we have to get home that way, too. Well, what are you waiting for?
Open another one! Its not like that. Miles jerked his baseball cap lower over his eyes. Shelby could barely see his face. I think we have to find one of the angels, and just sort of borrow another shadow You make it sound like borrowing a sleeping bag for a camping trip.
If we find a shadow that casts across the century where we actually exist, we can make it home. How do we do that? Miles shook his head. I thought Id done it when we were with Daniel in Jerusalem. Im scared. Shelby crossed her arms over her chest and shivered in the wind. Just do something! I cant justespecially not with you screaming at me Miles! Shelbys body seized up. What was that rumbling sound behind them?
Something was coming up the road. A horse-drawn cart creaked toward them. The clop of horses hooves was growing louder. In a second,.
Shelby screamed. The silhouette of a stout man holding the reins of two brown-and-white-spotted horses rose into view on the sloping road. Shelby grabbed Miles by his collar. Hed been fussing nervously with his hat, and as she yanked him behind the wide trunk of an oak tree, the bright blue cap flew off his head. Shelby watched the capthe cap that had been part of Miless daily wardrobe for yearssail through the air like a blue jay.
Then it plummeted downward, into a wide pale-brown puddle of mud in the road. My hat, Miles whispered. They were huddled very close together, their backs against the rough bark of the oak. Shelby glanced over at him and was amazed to see his face in its entirety.
His eyes seemed magnified. His hair messy.
He looked. Miles tugged on his hat-hair, self-conscious. Shelby cleared her throat and her thoughts. Well get it as soon as the cart goes by. Just stay out of sight until this dude is out of the way.
She could feel Miless warm breath on her neck and the jut of his hipbone pushing against her side. How was Miles so skinny? The guy ate like a horse, but he was all meat and no potatoes.
At least, that was what Shelbys. Miles fidgeted, straining to see his cap. Stay still, Shelby said. This guy could be some sort of barbarian. Miles held up a finger and tilted his head. Hes singing. A patch of snow crunched under Shelbys feet as she craned her neck around the tree to watch the cart approach. The driver was a ruddy-cheeked man with a dirty shirt collar, daggy trousers that were obviously handmade, and a colossal fur vest he wore cinched at the waist with a leather belt.
His small blue felt cap looked like a ridiculous little polka dot in the center of his broad, bald forehead. His song had the jolly, raucous ring of a pub tune and boy, was he belting it out. The clopping of his horses hooves sounded almost like a drumming accompaniment to his loud, brassy voice: Riding to town t fetch a maid, a busty maid, a lusty maid.
Riding to town to take a bride, in eventide, a Valentine! Shelby rolled her eyes. But at least she recognized the mans accent, a clue. So, I guess were in jolly old England. And I guess its Valentines Day, Miles said. Twenty-four hours of feeling especially single and pathetic. Shed done jazz hands on that last bit for effect, but Miles was too busy watching the crude board cart drive by to notice.
The horses were tacked in unmatched blue and white bridles and harnesses. Their ribs were showing. The man rode alone, sitting atop a rotting wooden bench at the head of the cart, which was about the size of a truck bed and covered with a sturdy white tarp.
Shelby couldnt see what the man was hauling to town, but whatever it was, it was heavy. The horses were sweating despite the frigid weather, and the planks of wood at the carts base strained and shuddered as it drove toward the walled city. We should follow him, Miles said. What for? Shelbys mouth twitched. Want to fetch yourself a busty, lusty maid? Id like to fetch someone we know, whose Announcer we can use to get us home.
Your lip balm? He parted her lips with his thumb. His touch left Shelby momentarily speechless. Well have a better shot coming across one of the angels in town.
The carts wheels groaned in and out of ruts in the muddy road, rocking the driver from side to side. Soon he was close enough that Shelby could see the coarseness of his beard, which was as thick and black as his bearskin. His pitch faltered on the extended last syllable of Valentine, and he took a great gulp of air before beginning again.
Then his song broke off abruptly. Whats this? Shelby could see that his hands were chapped and red from the cold as they tugged roughly on the horses reins to slow them. The rail-thin animals neighed, coming to a stop just short of Miless bright blue baseball cap. No, no, no, Shelby muttered under her breath. Miless face had gone pale.
The man shimmied fatly off the bench, his boots landing in the thick mud. He walked toward Miless hat, bent down with another grunt, and swooped it up in the blink of an eye. Shelby heard Miles swallow hard. A quick swipe against the mans already filthy trousers and the cap was halfway clean. Without a word, he turned and mounted the carts bench again, tucking the hat inside the tarp behind him.
Shelby looked down at herself and her green hoodie. She tried to imagine this mans reaction if she were to pop out from behind a tree wearing weird clothes from the future and try to take back his prize. It was not a calming idea. In the time it had taken Shelby to chicken out, the man had tugged on the reins; the cart started rolling to town again, and his song entered its twelfth off-key. Another thing Shelby had screwed up. Oh, Miles. Im sorry. Now we definitely have to follow him, Miles said, a little desperate.
Shelby asked. Its just a hat. But then she looked at Miles. She still wasnt used to seeing his face. The cheeks Shelby used to think of as babyish seemed stronger, more angular, and his irises were speckled with a new intensity. She could tell by his crestfallen expression that it definitely wasnt just a hat to him. Whether it held special memories or was simply a good-luck talisman, she didnt know. But she would do anything to get that look off his face.
Okay, she blurted out. Lets go get it. Before Shelby knew what was happening, Miles had slipped his hand through hers. L'altro titolo me lo segno sono alla ricercati nuove letture. Luce, arrabbiati una volta invece di scioglierti non appena arriva il biondino, e Daniel ti prego fattela na risata.
Complimenti per il coraggio. Ciao a tutti vi segnalo la pagina ufficiale italiana di Facebook della saga di fallen! Ho letto tutti i vostri commenti riguardo alla saga di Fallen e devo ammettere che i primi due libri, nonostante la storia di angeli e demoni sia bella e interessante a me ha sempre affascinato , l'autrice sembra che non la sfrutti al meglio.. Il terzo libro Passion invece l'ho trovato molto meglio rispetto ai primi due, sia dal punto di vista descrittivo che quello della storia, inoltre grammaticalmente mi sembra anche che l'autrice sia maturata.
Ciao Lune! Purtroppo, visto che il primo mi aveva scatenato un tale nervosismo, ho preferito buttarmi su altri romanzi. Bah, mi sa che in Twilight e company non ci siano viaggi nel tempo e oggetti da recuperare. Ma che oh, sei inaccontentabile! Allora il libro te lo scrivi tu e siamo tutti contenti?
Comunque sia, abbiamo opinioni diverse al riguardo. Che ne pensi? La storia nascosta dietro questa saga di romanzi non nasce dal nulla. Ciao, per caso mi sono imbattuta in qst link. Mi chiedo perche continui a leggere se non capisci.
Il buon libro dovrebbe prenderti e farti sognare e mi pare che Kate lo abbia fatto. Poi dico non ti preoccupare del numero delle pagine che le foreste e gli alberi li abbattono a prescindere e cmq ci sono molti altri modi per rimpiangerli. Avete citato coloro che come altri hanno saputo realizzare un buon libro. Le trame, le vicende narrate non nascono sugli alberi.
Tu riusciresti a creare una storia che appassiona e che non si sia sentita mille volte? Forse per questo non inquadri i personaggi. Viceversa posso apprezzare un commento in stile: Detto questo ti auguro un buon proseguimento e buone letture. La serie conta 6 romanzi, incluso il libro con i racconti: Fallen, 2. Torment, 3. Passion, 3.
Rapture, 5. Unforgiven, Ciao ragazze io ho due domanda… 1 come si spezza la maledizione?? Ciao Alessia! Ma di sicuro se sei scrittrice come me certi punti li afferri diversamente. Grazie per la risposta… buona lettura a tutti. Sono aperta ai commenti dei lettori, non ho problemi. Sbaglio tante di quelle volte! Gli altri non li hanno nominati quindi sono indecisa..
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