It was a new day in Hearts, and she was the Queen.
“Off with his head.”
Sameen Groves (Shoot)je citiraoпре 5 година
‘Why is a raven like a writing desk?’
April Joyce Bataje citiraoпре 4 месеца
I pictured to myself the Queen of Hearts as a sort of embodiment of ungovernable passion – a blind and aimless Fury.
– LEWIS CARROLL
zoeyje citiralaпре 6 месеци
They smell tart.’
‘They are tarts.’
nigohosyanmarinaje citiraoпре 7 месеци
I pictured to myself the Queen of Hearts as a sort of embodiment of ungovernable passion— a blind and aimless Fury
Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈje citiralaпре 8 месеци
It was a new day in Hearts, and she was the Queen.
‘Off with his head.’
Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈje citiralaпре 8 месеци
‘How different everything could have been,’ she said, ‘if you had thought to ask me that before.’
Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈje citiralaпре 8 месеци
His cheek started to twitch. ‘You want to hear a riddle, you say? I know a very good one. It begins, why is a raven like a writing desk?’
Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈje citiralaпре 8 месеци
‘Are you sure?’ said Cath, still livid over the roses and the pocket watch and Cheshire’s insolence. ‘Look again. You might find that I actually resemble a walrus.’
Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈje citiralaпре 8 месеци
She would do anything. Marry any king. Wear any crown. Give her heart to anyone who asked for it. She would serve Time himself if he would bring Jest back to her.