That bloody bastard! That thrice accursed son of a bitch!

“The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against …”

“Didn't books say that too: that there is always price to pay for happiness?”

“I’m sorry, Silvertongue, but the fact is I don’t believe anyone. You ought to k…”

“(...)depois de acordar de um pesadelo, nada a sossegava mais do que a respiraçã…”