Citati iz knjige „I am Number Four“ autora Pittacus Lore

WhitePaperGirl
WhitePaperGirlje citiraoпре 2 године
When you have lost hope, you have lost everything.
Виктория Шутова
Виктория Шутоваje citiralaпре 2 месеца
why that matters

почему это важно?

Виктория Шутова
Виктория Шутоваje citiralaпре 2 месеца
both moons hang

обе луны висят.

Виктория Шутова
Виктория Шутоваje citiralaпре 2 месеца
raises the sword

поднимает меч

WhitePaperGirl
WhitePaperGirlje citiraoпре 2 године
He says we need to live in the real world, where war and death are a reality, not pretend.
Kayla Dunn
Kayla Dunnje citiralaпре 2 године
I’m fifteen years old. I’m not a kid anymore. It is my decision to make.”
amy20533
amy20533je citiraoпре 3 године
Almost.
I am told the ground shook, that the skies were full of light and explosions. We were in that two-week period of the year when both moons hang on opposite
amy20533
amy20533je citiraoпре 3 године
closer. The man gets to his feet and walks slowly to the door. Silence. The man takes a deep breath as he inches his hand to the latch. The boy sits up.
“No,” the man whispers, and in that instant th
Natasha Apraksina
Natasha Apraksinaje citiralaпре 3 године
PROLOGUE
THE DOOR STARTS SHAKING. IT’S A FLIMSY THING made of bamboo shoots held together with tattered lengths of twine. The shake is subtle and stops almost immediately. They lift their heads to listen, a fourteen-year-old boy and a fifty-year-old man, who everyone thinks is his father but who was born near a different jungle on a different planet hundreds of lightyears away. They are lying shirtless on opposite sides of the hut, a mosquito net over each cot. They hear a distant crash, like the sound of an animal breaking the branch of a tree, but in this case, it sounds like the entire tree has been broken.
“What was that?” the boy asks.
“Shh,” the man replies.
They hear the chirp of insects, nothing more. The man brings his legs over the side of the cot when the shake starts again. A longer, firmer shake, and another crash, this time closer. The man gets to his feet and walks slowly to the door. Silence. The man takes a deep breath as he inches his hand to the latch. The boy sits up.
“No,” the man whispers, and in that instant the blade of a sword, long and gleaming, made of a shining white metal that is not found on Earth, comes through the door and sinks deeply into the man’s chest. It protrudes six inches out through his back, and is quickly pulled free. The man grunts. The boy gasps. The man takes a single breath, and utters one word: “Run.” He falls lifeless to the floor.
The boy leaps from the cot, bursts through the rear wall. He doesn’t bother with the door or a window; he literally runs through the wall, which breaks apart as if it’s paper, though it’s made of strong, hard African mahogany. He tears into the Congo night, leaps over trees, sprints at a speed somewhere around sixty miles per hour. His sight and hearing are beyond human. He dodges trees, rips through snarled vines, leaps small streams with a single step. Heavy footsteps are close behind him, getting closer every second. His pur
amy20533
amy20533je citiraoпре 3 године
apart if he fell on them. His only chance is to get across the ravine. He’ll have a
b4130602989
b4130602989je citiraoпре 3 године
woke screaming in the middle of the night, in agony, terrified as the scar seared itself into my fles

Four has been through pain. And has also moved around a lot.

b4130602989
b4130602989je citiraoпре 3 године
burning itself into my fles
b4130602989
b4130602989je citiraoпре 3 године
I am always told the weather: it was warm. There was a soft wind. I’ve never understood why that matters

Four doesn't know where he came from.

b4130602989
b4130602989je citiraoпре 3 године
It took a year to get here. I was five when we arrived. We were to assimilate ourselves into the culture before returning to Lorien when it could again sustain life. The nine of us had to scatter, and go our own ways.

I think it's kinda strange how only 9 of probably a really populated country was brought to earth.

b1665403426
b1665403426je citiraoпре 3 године
My mouth drops open and Henri stares at Sam, dumbfounded. He’s holding his breath. His hand tightens around his coffee cup until I’m afraid that if it tightens any further the cup will crumple. Sam glances at Henri, then at
b1665403426
b1665403426je citiraoпре 3 године
Get rid of the celery and I’ll wait in the truck
b1665403426
b1665403426je citiraoпре 3 године
beyond any doubt

без всякого сомнения

Анастасия
Анастасияje citiralaпре 4 године
stood up to somebody

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