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- Rosario Albornozalıntı yaptı3 yıl önce
This time, to my relief, the revenant didn’t relinquish control. It was good not to have to move my heavy body—to simply hand over my burdens to a friend.Esta vez, para mi alivio, el retornado no cedió el control. Era bueno no tener que mover mi pesado cuerpo, simplemente entregar mis cargas a un amigo.
LE DIJO AMIGO, AMIGOOOOOO - Rosario Albornozalıntı yaptı3 yıl önceOr maybe you weren’t worried she would betray you,” I went on. “I could have had that backward. Perhaps you didn’t want her to watch you betraying her.”
- Rosario Albornozalıntı yaptı3 yıl önce“Better to kill her than suffer her betrayal,” I continued, relentless. “That makes sense. But what if she hadn’t betrayed you? What if she had decided to remain your friend?”
- Rosario Albornozalıntı yaptı3 yıl önce“If you’d kept her around, she might have betrayed you.”
- Rosario Albornozalıntı yaptı3 yıl önceIs that why you killed her?” I persisted.
- Rosario Albornozalıntı yaptı3 yıl önce“The same way you cared about Gabrielle?” I asked.
- Rosario Albornozalıntı yaptı3 yıl önceMy head was pounding, my stomach a sour knot of terror and fury. An image assaulted me of the city going up in a pillar of silver flame, the soul of every soldier and cleric and civilian in Bonsaint extinguished like candles, blazing so brightly that even the holy sisters in Chantclere would turn their eyes northward in fear. No one would be able to touch us then—not the Clerisy, not Sarathiel. My fingers tightened on the pew’s back until the wood splintered.
Once, I had believed that this was what the revenant wanted. Now I felt the trembling in my arms and knew that it was afraid. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I reached out anyway—a silent offer to take over again, like an extended hand. The revenant hesitated. Then, in a grateful rush, it withdrew.Mi cabeza latía con fuerza, mi estómago era un nudo agrio de terror y furia. Me asaltó la imagen de la ciudad convirtiéndose en una columna de llamas plateadas, el alma de cada soldado, clérigo y civil de Bonsaint apagada como velas, ardiendo con tanta intensidad que incluso las santas hermanas de Chantclere volverían sus ojos hacia el norte con miedo. Nadie podría tocarnos entonces, ni la Clerecía, ni Sarathiel. Mis dedos se apretaron en el respaldo del banco hasta que la madera se astilló.
Antes había creído que eso era lo que quería el retornado. Ahora sentía el temblor en mis brazos y sabía que tenía miedo. No estaba segura de qué hacer, pero le tendí la mano de todos modos, un ofrecimiento silencioso de volver a tomar el control, como una mano extendida. El retornado dudó. Luego, en un arrebato de agradecimiento, se retiró. - Rosario Albornozalıntı yaptı3 yıl önceI had lost them. I remembered the shed, where there had been nowhere to hide, and I started to feel as though the air were vanishing from the room, that there were too many bodies inside breathing it in, that I was going to suffocate.
- Rosario Albornozalıntı yaptı3 yıl önce“Put your head between your knees,” the revenant ordered, in such a curt, unsympathetic tone that I obeyed without thinking. “Good,” it said. “Now breathe. There’s plenty of air in here for your disgusting flesh lungs. Whoever made this building had the architectural skill of a village drunkard. There are drafts coming in through every nook and cranny.”
Bizarrely, that helped. My pulse began to slow.
