Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.

“I'm asking you, I'm begging you, could you please shut your mouth for just five…”

“You are going to die.”

“They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate?Mi…”

“As palavras pousaram na mesa e se posicionaram no meio. As três pessoas ficaram…”