-¿Ves esos nombres? -preguntó señalando las letras cinceladas que hablaban de personas ya desaparecidas-. Detrás de cada nombre hay una familia, una madre o un padre, hermanos, acaso una esposa. Si uno de ellos averiguara que es capaz de despertar esas letras a la vida, que podría volver a ser de carne y hueso lo que ahora es únicamente un nombre, ¿no crees que él o ella harían todo lo posible por conseguirlo?
Cornelia Funke-¡No son historias, Lengua de Brujo, es la pura verdad! ¿Es que ya no la reconoces cuando la ves? Cierto: es una chica fea y no es agradable mirarla a la cara.
Cornelia FunkeNo prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down, and now they were lost, buried under wild thyme and fast growing spurge.
Cornelia FunkeMeggie looked up at the dense thicket of branches. She had never set eyes on a tree like it before. The bark was reddish brown, but as rough as the bark of an oak, and the trunk did not branch until high up in the tree, although it had so many bulges that you could find footholds and handholds everywhere. In some places huge tree fungi formed platforms. Hollows gaped in the towering trunk, and crevices full of feathers showed that human beings were not the only creatures to have nested in this tree.
Cornelia FunkeYes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious.
Cornelia FunkeWhat was she hoping to gain from his death? That it would numb the pain of his betrayal, or heal her injured pride? Her red sister didn't know much about love.
Cornelia FunkeWhen the heart craved something so forcefully, then reason became nothing but helpless observer.
Cornelia FunkeTags: desire
He looked so glorious. Just like the knights I had dreamed about when I was six years old, whacking at brambles iin our garden, imagining I was fighting dragons and giants with a sword that made me invincible and wearing armor that protected me from all the things that frightened me - older kids, dogs, a storm in the knight, or my little sister's questions about when our father would be coming back.
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