jeudi 5 février 2009

Beagle, Peter S. The Folk of the Air.

The boy reached for it instinctively, his concentration flickering just for a moment, and in that moment Farrell struck. That was, at least, the verb he preferred to remember, although lunged, clawed, and scrabbled also presented themselves.

(I'm not even going to bother to try to explain the depth of my love for this man; just go get something of his, and read it.)

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