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Η συνέχεια της διάσημης σειράς βιβλίων έρχεται στα βιβλιοπωλεία στις 4 Αυγούστου με τίτλο «Midnight Sun» και αφηγείται την ιστορία του «Λυκόφωτος» από την πλευρά του Edward Cullen.
"Bella is with Edward. She's a part of this family, and we protect our family."
Carlisle Cullen, Twilight
Character of the Week
Rosalie Lillian Hale
(born 1915 in Rochester, New York) is a member of the Olympic coven.
She is the wife of Emmett Cullen and the adoptive daughter of Carlisle and Esme Cullen, as well as the adoptive sister of Jasper Hale (in Forks, she and Jasper pretend to be twins), Alice, and Edward Cullen.
Rosalie is the adoptive sister-in-law of Bella Swan and adoptive aunt of Renesmee Cullen, as well as the ex-fiancée of Royce King II.
Στο κατώφλι µιας νέας εποχής για τη Ροδεσία, η Μάντριγκαλ, έχοντας χάσει τον άντρα της λίγες µονάχα ώρες µετά τον γάµο τους, θρήνησε βαθιά την απώλειά του και αποφάσισε να ζήσει µε τη θύµησή του. Όµως δεν φαντάστηκε ποτέ πως θα της ζητούσαν να πάρει τη θέση της συζύγου του βασιλιά.
Ο βασιλιάς Έντουαρντ, αφού γνώρισε την απόλυτη ευτυχία δίπλα στη γυναίκα που λάτρεψε όσο καµία, την ¶µπερλιν, δέχτηκε το σκληρότερο χτύπηµα της µοίρας όταν εκείνη πέθανε πριν προλάβει να φέρει στον κόσµο το παιδί τους. Ωστόσο, προκειµένου ν' ανταποκριθεί στα βασιλικά του καθήκοντα και να χαρίσει έναν διάδοχο στη Ροδεσία, είναι υποχρεωµένος να παντρευτεί ξανά και απ' όλες τις υποψήφιες επιλέγει τη Μάντριγκαλ.
Μήπως όµως το όνοµα της νέας του συζύγου κουβαλά µια σκοτεινή µοίρα; ¶ραγε υπάρχει ελπίδα να αλλάξει το πεπρωµένο; Θα καταφέρει η Μάντριγκαλ να ξυπνήσει την αγάπη στην καρδιά του άντρα και βασιλιά της; Κι εκείνος θα είναι σε θέση να αναγνωρίσει και να αποδεχτεί τα αισθήµατά του πριν χάσει τα πάντα για άλλη µια φορά;
[ my friends !!!ενα ωραιο βιβλιο με δυνατους χαρακτηρες και δραση και πολλα μηνυματα...αλλα γιατι κα. Λορεν αποφασισες να το αφησεις ανοιχτο το τελος;;;;;!!!εμεινε η Λενα με τον Αλεξ;;ειμαι αρκετα σιγουρη πως ναι!!με τον τζουλιαν τι εγινε;;θα σας γελασω...νικησε η "αγαπη";;υποθετω και για αυτο πως ναι!!,η Χανα τι απεγινε;;;ο θεος, η Λορεν και η ψυχη της ξερουν!!!
αν και το διαβαζα τοσο ευκολα και με τοση συγκινηση δεν μου δινει το μετα και μου χαλαει ολη την εικονα του βιβλιου...της λεει ο αλεξ αφου ανταλασσουν τα σ'αγαπω οτι δεν θα την αφησει αλλα μετα βλεπεις και τον τζουλιαν και την κοραλ και καμια εξηγηση τι θα γινει με αυτους,τον ριξαμε τον τοιχο,την πηραμε την πολη αλλα κερδισαμε τον πολεμο;;η open-endness με καταρακωσσε!!ακολουθω τους χαρακτηρες εδω και 3 διαολεμενα βιβλια και δε θα μου δωσεις το ζησαν αυτοι καλα;;;
evi The Volturi
Ηλικία : 32 Τόπος : Neverland..Hogwarts...Idris.... Αριθμός μηνυμάτων : 64746 Registration date : 16/10/2009
για να μαθεις να τα ανοιγεις τα σποιλερ παναγιωτα!!και παραθετω επιλογο:
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As we get close to Back Cove, the trickle of people swells to a roaring, rushing stream, and I can barely maneuver my bike between them. They are running, shouting, waving hammers and knives and pieces of metal piping, surging toward some unknown location, and IΆm surprised to see that it isnΆt just Invalids rioting anymore: It is kids, too, some as young as twelve and thirteen, uncured and angry. I even spot a few cureds watching from their windows above the street, occasionally waving, a show of solidarity. I break loose of the crowd and bump the bike onto the churned-mud shores of the cove, where Alex and I made our stand a lifetime ago—where for the first time, he traded his happiness for mine. Grass grows high between the rubble of the old road, and people—injured or dead—are lying in the grass, letting out moans or staring sightlessly at the cloudless sky. I see several bodies facedown in the shallows of the cove, tendrils of red sweeping across the surface of the water. Past the cove, at the wall, the crowd is still thick, but it looks like mostly our people. The regulators and police must have been driven back, farther toward Old Port. Now thousands of rioters are flowing in that direction, their voices unified, a single note of fury. I ditch the bike in the shade of a large juniper and, at last, take Grace by the shoulders, examine her all over for cuts or bruises. She is shaking, wide-eyed, staring at me as though she believes IΆll disappear any second. “What happened to the others?” I ask. Her fingernails are coated with dirt, and she is skinny. But otherwise, she looks okay. More than okay— she looks beautiful. I feel a sob building in my throat, and I swallow it back. We arenΆt safe, not yet. Grace shakes her head. “I donΆt know. There was a fire and…and I hid.” So they did leave her. Or they didnΆt care enough to look when she disappeared. I feel a wave of nausea. “You look different,” Grace says quietly. “You got taller,” I say. Suddenly I could shout for joy. I could scream with happiness while the whole world burns. “Where did you go?” Grace asks me. “What happened to you?” “IΆll tell you all about it later.” I take her chin with one hand. “Listen, Grace. I want to tell you how sorry I am. IΆm sorry for leaving you behind. IΆll never leave you again, okay?” Her eyes travel my face. She nods. “IΆm going to keep you safe now.” I push the words out past the thickness in my throat. “Do you believe me?” She nods again. I pull her to me, squeezing. She feels so thin, so fragile. But I know that she is strong. She always has been. She will be ready for whatever comes next. “Take my hand,” I tell her. IΆm not certain where to go, and my mind flashes to Raven. Then I remember that she is gone—murdered at the wall— and the sickness threatens to overwhelm me again. But I have to stay calm for GraceΆs sake. I need to find a safe place to go with Grace until the fighting is done. My mother will help me; sheΆll know what to do. GraceΆs grip is surprisingly strong. We pick our way along the shoreline, threading between the people—Invalids and regulators alike—injured, dying, and dead. At the top of the slope, Colin, limping, leans heavily on another boy and makes his way to an empty spot on the grass. The other boy looks up and my heart stops. Alex. He sees me almost immediately after IΆve spotted him. I want to call out to him, but my voice is caught in my throat. For a second, he hesitates. Then he eases Colin down into the grass and bends to say something to him. Colin nods, gripping his knee, wincing. Then Alex is jogging toward me. “Alex.” ItΆs as though saying his name makes him real. He stops a few inches away from me, and his eyes go to Grace, and then back to me. “This is Grace,” I say, tugging her hand. She hangs back, angling her body behind mine. “I remember,” he says. There is no more hardness in his eyes, no more hatred. He clears his throat. “I thought IΆd never see you again.” “Here I am.” The sun feels overly bright, and all of a sudden I can think of nothing to say, no words to describe everything IΆve thought and wished and wondered. “I—I got your note.” He nods. His mouth tightens just a little. “Is Julian…?” “I donΆt know where Julian is,” I say, and then instantly feel guilty. I think of his blue eyes, and his warmth curling around me when I slept. I hope he has not been hurt. I bend down so I can look Grace in the eyes. “Sit here for a minute, okay, Gracie?” She folds herself to the ground obediently. I canΆt bring myself to step more than two paces away from her. Alex follows. I lower my voice so Grace wonΆt hear us. “Is it true?” I ask him. “Is what true?” His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams. “That you still love me,” I say, breathless. “I need to know.” Alex nods. He reaches out and touches my face—barely skimming my cheekbone and brushing away a bit of my hair. “ItΆs true.” “But…IΆve changed,” I say. “And youΆve changed.” “ThatΆs true too,” he says quietly. I look at the scar on his face, stretching from his left eye to his jawline, and something hitches in my chest. “So what now?” I ask him. The light is too bright; the day feels as though itΆs merging into dream. “Do you love me?” Alex asks. And I could cry; I could press my face into his chest and breathe in, and pretend that nothing has changed, that everything will be perfect and whole and healed again. But I canΆt. I know I canΆt. “I never stopped.” I look away from him. I look at Grace, and the high grass littered with the wounded and the dead. I think of Julian, and his clear blue eyes, his patience and goodness. I think of all the fighting weΆve done, and all the fighting we have yet to do. I take a deep breath. “But itΆs more complicated than that.” Alex reaches out and places his hands on my shoulders. “IΆm not going to run away again,” he says. “I donΆt want you to,” I tell him. His fingers find my cheek, and I rest for a second against his palm, letting the pain of the past few months flow out of me, letting him turn my head toward his. Then he bends down and kisses me: light and perfect, his lips just barely meeting mine, a kiss that promises renewal. “Lena!” I step away from Alex when Grace shouts. She has climbed to her feet and is pointing toward the border wall, bouncing excitedly on her toes, full of energy. I turn to look. For a second, tears break apart my vision, turn the world to a kaleidoscope of colors—color crawling up the wall, making a mosaic of the concrete. No. Not color: people. People are surging toward the wall. More than that: They are tearing it down. Yelling, wild and triumphant, brandishing hammers and bits of the ruined scaffolding, or picking with their bare hands, they are dismantling the wall piece by piece, breaking the boundaries of the world as we know it. Joy surges inside me. Grace begins to run; she, too, is pulled toward the wall. “Grace, wait!” I start to follow her, and Alex grabs my hand. “IΆll find you,” he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. “I wonΆt let you go again.” I donΆt trust myself to speak. Instead I nod, hoping that he understands me. He squeezes my hand. “Go,” he says. So I do. Grace has paused to wait for me, and I take her thin little hand in mine, and soon I find that we are running: through the sun and the lingering smoke, through the grass on the shores that have become a graveyard, while the sun continues its indifferent rotation and the water reflects nothing but sky. As we approach the wall, I spot Hunter and Bram, standing side by side, sweating and brown, swinging at the concrete with large pieces of metal piping. I see Pippa, standing on a portion of the wall that remains, waving a vivid green shirt like a flag. I see Coral; fierce and beautiful, she passes in and out of view as the crowd surges and shifts around her. Several feet away, my mother works with a hammer, swinging easily and gracefully, making it look like a dance: this hard and muscled woman I hardly know, a woman I have loved my whole life. She is alive. We are alive. She will get to meet Grace. I see Julian, too. He is shirtless, sweating, balancing on a heap of rubble, working the butt of a rifle against the wall, so that it splinters and sends a fine spray of white dust onto the people beneath him. The sun makes his hair blaze like a ring of pale fire, touches his shoulders with white wings. For a second, I feel a sense of overwhelming grief: for how things change, for the fact that we can never go back. IΆm not certain of anything anymore. I donΆt know what will happen—to me, to Alex and to Julian, to any of us. “Come on, Lena.” Grace is tugging at my hand. But itΆs not about knowing. It is simply about going forward. The cureds want to know; we have chosen faith instead. I asked Grace to trust me. We will have to trust too—that the world wonΆt end, that tomorrow will come, and that truth will come too. An old line, a forbidden line from a text Raven once showed me, comes back to me now. He who jumps may fall, but he may also fly. ItΆs time to jump. “LetΆs go,” I say to Grace, and let her lead me into the surge of people, keeping a tight hold on her hand the whole time. We push into the shouting, joyful throng, and fight our way toward the wall. Grace scrabbles up a pile of broken-down wood and shards of shattered concrete, and I follow clumsily until I am balancing next to her. She is shouting—louder than I have ever heard her, a babble-language of joy and freedom—and I find that I join in with her as together we begin to tear at chunks of concrete with our fingernails, watching the border dissolve, watching a new world emerge beyond it. Take down the walls. That is, after all, the whole point. You do not know what will happen if you take down the walls; you cannot see through to the other side, donΆt know whether it will bring freedom or ruin, resolution or chaos. It might be paradise, or destruction. Take down the walls. Otherwise you must live closely, in fear, building barricades against the unknown, saying prayers against the darkness, speaking verse of terror and tightness. Otherwise you may never know hell, but you will not find heaven, either. You will not know fresh air and flying. All of you, wherever you are: in your spiny cities or your one-bump towns. Find it, the hard stuff, the links of metal and chink, the fragments of stone filling your stomach. And pull, and pull, and pull. I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever. Take down the walls.
evi The Volturi
Ηλικία : 32 Τόπος : Neverland..Hogwarts...Idris.... Αριθμός μηνυμάτων : 64746 Registration date : 16/10/2009
Εγώ το άνοιξα και το διάβασα. Δεδομένου ότι δεν γνωρίζω καλά τη γλώσσα, υπήρχαν άγνωστες λέξεις -όχι ότι δεν κατάλαβα και τι διάβαζα!- ας πούμε ότι με χαρά( ; ) θα διαβάσω τον επίλογο και στα ελληνικά. Σχολιασμός επιλόγου:
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Μπερδεύονται άτομα που δεν γνωρίζω. Έγινε μαμά;;; Από πού προέκυψε το παιδί; Η συνάντηση με ¶λεξ οικτρή...καμιά σχέση με αυτό που θα ήθελα για να ολοκληρωθεί μια ιστορία αγάπης αλλά αφήνει κάποια ψήγματα για μελλοντική επανένωση. Δηλαδή το λέει, θα την ψάξει αλλά δεν είναι αρκετό αυτό για μένα. Εγώ θα ήθελα να να διαβάζω με κομμένη την ανάσα κι εδώ λες και διαβάζω κομμένη σκηνή! Πιστεύω η Όλιβερ θα μπορούσε και καλύτερα...
EliRose The Volturi
Ηλικία : 31 Τόπος : Magnolia Αριθμός μηνυμάτων : 26698 Registration date : 20/11/2011
ειναι η ξαδερφη της παναγιωτα και συμφωνω απολυτα με αυτο που ειπες!!!
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διαβαζα μεσα στην αγωνια και φτανω εκει...ξανακαταβασα τπ βιβλιο για να βεβαιωθω οτι δεν ειχε και αλλο!!!
επισης στην πρωτη εκδοση του βιβλιου στο πισω μερος υπηρχε μια μικρη ιστορια απο τη μερια του Αλεξ!το goodreads το εχει καταχωρημενο ως 3.5 αλλα απ'οτι εχω διαβασει ειναι τι εγινε αναμεσα στο πανδαιμονιο και το παραληρημα...μεχρι στιγμης δεν εχω μπορεσει να το βρω σε pdf γιατι ειναι μονο στο βιβλιο και δεν ξερουμε αν θα κυκλοφορησει ως αυτοτελης ιστορια!!το καλυτερο που βρηκα ειναι εδω σε εικονες και ετσι μπορεσα να το διαβασω αλλα δε μου εκανε φοβερη εντυπωση http://anjieeeb.tumblr.com/post/44630409447/alexs-short-story-in-requiem
evi The Volturi
Ηλικία : 32 Τόπος : Neverland..Hogwarts...Idris.... Αριθμός μηνυμάτων : 64746 Registration date : 16/10/2009
Δε διάβασα προς το παρόν την άποψη του ¶λεξ(θα μας περιμένουν να φάμε το αρνί και εγώ ακόμη θα ''παλεύω'' την 7η σελίδα...). Αλλά να πω ότι αγωνιώ; Ψέματα θα πω! Ξενέρωσα αρκετά με τον επίλογο για να με νοιάζει! Φυσικά και θα διαβάσω τα επόμενα δύο βιβλία της σειράς αλλά τη δήθεν ''πρωτοτυπία'' της συγγραφέα, να μην έχει το αναμενόμενο κλασικό τέλος, δεν ξέρω αν της το συγχωρώ.
Γι αυτό οι υπόλοιποι κρατηθείτε και μην τον διαβάσετε!
EliRose The Volturi
Ηλικία : 31 Τόπος : Magnolia Αριθμός μηνυμάτων : 26698 Registration date : 20/11/2011
Παρ 17 Μαρ 2023 - 15:11 από Marzaki Cullen
Ημερολόγιο
Θέμα: Απ: Παραλήρημα - Λόρεν Όλιβερ 
my friends 
