It took Pueblo a few seconds to take in his surroundings. The first thing he realised was that he felt bruised all over; the second was that his clothes were waterlogged, even more than before, from the quicksand; and the third, was that he had landed on his front and was lying on a large, uncomfortable stone.
No, wait… In his disoriented state, he shifted his weight. The stone didn't move. He was lying on his own fucking erection.
Mots clés humor humour demons unconscious portals knocked-out pueblo quicksand
Let your past be your spring-board, not your quicksand.
Steve MaraboliMots clés life inspirational success past happiness quicksand spring-board
But there was, she knew, something else. Happiness, she supposed. Whatever that might be. What, exactly, she wondered, was happiness. Very positively she wanted it.
Nella LarsenMots clés happiness quicksand nella-larsen
Islanzadi sighed, and suddenly appeared tired. “Ormomis may have been your proper teacher, but you have proved yourself to be Brom’s heir, not Oromis’s. Brom is the only person who managed to entangle himself in as many predicaments as you. Like him, you seem compelled to find the deepest patch of quicksand and then dive into it.”
Eragon hid a smile, pleased by the comparison.
Mots clés brisingr oromis brom quicksand eragon-three islanzadi queen-islanzadi
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