In books I mee the dead as if they were alive,
in books I see what is yet to come...
All things decay and pass with time...
all fame would fall victim to oblivion
if God had not given mortal men the book to aid them.
Mots clés inkheart
She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?
Cornelia FunkeMots clés inspirational sleep dreams dreaming dream fairy-tales sleeping inkheart lovely
Farid...She missed him so much that she felt ashamed of it.
Meggie Inkspell by Cornelia FunkeMots clés inkheart inkdeath farid meggie inkspell
Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.
Cornelia FunkeMots clés words inkheart cornelia inkdeath inkspell funke
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