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Dark Mirror – chapter seven
The Knight gurgled in pain and collapsed, blood gushing out of their jaws. Dornuk saw it in slow motion: the sprinkle of black over marble, their massive form folding in half and crumpling to the ground, the flash of light as their Ghost came into view. The Guardian raised the gun again. Dornuk lunged forward.
Chapter seven: The Lightblade
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"(...) pewnego dnia podejdzie do skraju urwiska i się nie zatrzyma (...)"
,,nie krzyczałam, nie płakałam głośno, ale chciałam umrzeć."
“Uroniła byś choć łzę stojąc tuż przy mojej trumnie?”
Jest 4:00 i powinienem już spać, ale moje myśli mi na to nie pozwalają. Jesteś taka cudowna, nie chcę Cię stracić. Chciałbym założyć Ci obrączkę podczas obecności księdza i gości, przeżyć z Tobą swoje życie i leżeć obok Ciebie w trumnie. Kocham Cię najmocniej na świecie.
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Najgorszy dźwięk na świecie, to odgłos, gdy trumna z kimś bliskim dotyka ziemi.
Potrzeba 6-8 ludzi, aby podnieść trumnę po śmierci. Wyobraź sobie możliwość, gdyby te 6-8 osób podniosło Cię w życiu…
Dark Mirror — chapter eight
“Did our heresy not repulse you?” There was a trace of humour in her voice.
Dornuk shrugged again. “Lady Hashladûn sought to resurrect the Taken King. He had died, and no one had taken His mantle. Could there have been a greater heresy than this? We communed with the Deep, but it offered no answers, and it did not stay our hand. The Sky, though…” He didn’t know how to put it into words. This sudden, unexpected wholeness he’d felt when he’d first entered the Throne World, as if an ancient longing deep within him that he’d not known of before had finally been sated. “The Sky gives us rain that isn’t poison. I don’t know how else to say it.”
The Queen smiled softly, eyes-only. “I think I understand.”
Chapter 8: The Cunning
