Ringrazio Silvia Perino per la nomina e nomino a mia volta: Edoardo Marasco Andrea Perino Elena Martinelli e Fulvio Greggio Stars falling from heaven. Malakh stared up into the beautiful white light and saw a veil of shimmering jewels futtering towards him... Accelerating... As if racing to shroud him in their splendor. Suddenly there was pain. Everywhere. Stabbing. Searing. Slashing. Razor-sharp knives piercing soft flesh. Chest, neck, thighs, face. His body tightened all at once, recoiling. His blood-filled mouth cried out as the pain ripped him from his trance. The white light above transformed itself, and suddenly, as if by magic, a dark helicopter was suspended above him, its thundering blades driving an icy wind down into the Temple Room, chilling Mal,akh to the core and dispersing the wisps of incense to the distant corners of the room. Malakh turned his head and saw the Akedah knife lying broken by his side, smashed upon the granite altar, which was covered in a blanket of shattered glass. Even after everything I did to him... Peter Solomon averted the knife. He refused to spill my blood. With welling horror, Malakh raised his head and peered down along the length of his own body. This living artifact was to have been his great offering. But it lay in tatters. His body was drenched in blood... Huge shards of glass protruding from his flesh in all direction. Weakly, Malakh lowered his head back to the granite altar and stared up through the open space in the roof. The helicopter was gone now, in its place a silent, wintry moon. Wide-eyed, Malakh lay gasping for breath... All alone on the great altar. Dan Brown, The Lost Symbol Primo libro in assoluto che abbia mai letto in lingua originale... Devo dire che in italiano non mi ha dato le stesse emozioni che in inglese :) Adesso tocca a voi mettere un passo del vostro libro preferito :)
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 11:06:17 +0000
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