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Pete Revonkorpi – Together

Duminica, Noiembrie 22nd, 2009

Sau, like I like to call it, povesti animate….sau ilustratii animate.

Desi are mai mult de 8 minute, merita sa urmaresti clipul de mai jos.

Pete Revonkorpi e un artist digital din Finlanda, are 28 de ani, si cred ca sta cu nasul in praf de zane toata ziua. Poti vedea galeria lui pe DeviantArt, si tot de acolo poti comanda printurile lui.

pesareL-am descoperit acum 10 luni (inca tin minte), cand eram la serviciu, eram incredibil de obosita, nu mai aveam nici un ban, si nici o carte de citit. M-a tinut ocupata vreo saptamana, timp in care m-am holbat obsesiv la fiecare “deviatie” de-a lui, si de atunci ii vizitez site-ul odata la 2-3 zile. Poate cand ma fac mare o sa am si eu bani sa-i cumpar toate printurile. Si sa-mi cumpar o casa cu multi pereti pe care sa le agat.

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Secrets of the Immortal Nicolas Flamel – The Alchemyst

Luni, Noiembrie 2nd, 2009

Citeste mai jos inceputul TheAlchemystcartii The Alchemyst, primul volum al seriei The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel, scrisa de Michael Scott. Cartea este disponibila si in limba romana.

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Chapter One

”Answer me this: why would anyone want to wear an overcoat in San Francisco in the middle of summer?” Sophie Newman pressed her fingers against the Bluetooth earpiece as she spoke.

On the other side of the continent, her fashion-conscious friend Elle asked, “What sort of coat?”

Wiping her hands on the cloth tucked into her apron strings, Sophie moved out from behind the counter of the empty coffee shop and stepped up to the window, watching men emerge from the car across the street. “Heavy black wool overcoats. They’re even wearing black gloves and hats. And sunglasses.” She pressed her face against the glass. “Even for this city, that’s just a little too weird.”

“Maybe they’re undertakers?” Elle suggested, her voice popping and clicking on the cell phone. Sophie could hear something loud and dismal playing in the background—Lacrimosa maybe, or Amorphis. Elle had never quite got over her Goth phase.

“Maybe,” Sophie said, sounding unconvinced. She’d been chatting on the phone with her friend when, a few moments earlier, she’d spotted the unusual looking car. It was long and sleek and looked like it belonged in an old black-and-white movie. As it drove past the window, sunlight reflected off the blacked-out windows, briefly illuminating the interior of the coffee shop in warm yellow-gold light, blinding her. Blinking away the black spots dancing before her eyes, Sophie watched as the car turned at the bottom of the hill and slowly returned. Without signalling, it pulled over directly in front of The Small Book Shop right across the street.

“Maybe they’re Mafia,” Elle suggested dramatically. “My dad knows someone in the Mafia. But he drives a Prius,” she added.

“This is most definitely not a Prius,” Sophie said, looking at the car again and the two large men standing on the street bundled up in their heavy overcoats, gloves and hats, their eyes hidden behind overlarge sunglasses.

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Citeste restul capitolului pe site-ul RandomHouse

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Jim Butcher – Restoration of Faith

Duminica, Noiembrie 1st, 2009

dresdenRestoration of Faith, de Jim Butcher. Povestea face parte din seria The Dresden Files.

~~Actiunea are loc inainte de evenimentele din Storm Front, asa ca e spoiler free :)~~

I struggled to hold onto the yowling child while fumbling a quarter into the pay phone and jamming down the buttons to dial Nick’s mobile.

“Ragged Angel Investigations,” Nick answered. His voice was tense, I thou ght, anxious.

“It’s Harry,” I said. “You can relax, man. I found her.”

“You did?” Nick asked. He let out a long exhalation. “Oh, Jesus, Harry.”

The kid lifted up one of her Oxford shoes and mule-kicked her leg back at my shin. She connected, hard enough to make me jump. She looked like a parent’s dream at eight or nine years old, with her dimples and dark pigtails–even in her street-stained schoolgirl’s uniform. And she had strong legs.

I got a better hold on the girl and lifted her up off the ground again while she twisted and wriggled. “Ow. Hold still.”

“Let me go, beanpole,” she responded, turning to glower back me before starting to kick again.

“Listen to me Harry,” Nick said. “You’ve got to let the kid go right this minute and walk away.”

“What?” I said. “Nick, the Astors are going to give us twenty five grand to return her before nine p.m.”

“I got some bad news, Harry. They aren’t going to pay us the money.”

I winced. “Ouch. Maybe I should just drop her off at the nearest precinct house, then.”

“The news gets worse. The parents reported the girl kidnaped. And the police band is sending two descriptions around town to Chicago P.D., and they match guess who.”

“Mickey and Donald?”

“Heh,” Nick said. I heard him flick his Bic, and take a drag. “We should be so lucky.”

“I guess it’s more embarrassing for Mister and Missus High-and-Mighty t o have their kid run away than it is to have her kidnaped.”

“Hell. Kidnaped girl give them something to talk about at their parties for months. Make them look richer and more famous than their friends, too. Of course, we’ll be in jail, but what the hell?”

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“Modern living might suck. And the world we’ve made can be a dark place. But at least I don’t have to be there alone.harry_dresden_files

I put an arm around Nick’s shoulders, and grinned at him. “It’s like I keep telling you, man. You’ve got to have faith.”

Little Match Girl

Luni, Octombrie 12th, 2009

Fetita cu chibriturile de Arthur Rackham 1932

Era frig cumplit si se facea noapte. Era cea din urma noapte a anului, noaptea de Anul Nou! Pe frigul si pe intunericul acesta mergea pe strada o fetita saraca, desculta si cu capul gol. Avusese ea pantofi cand plecase de-acasa, dar ce folos! Erau prea mari pentru dansa; ii purtase mai intai mama-sa si fiindca erau asa de mari, fetita i-a pierdut cand s-a grabit sa treaca strada, din pricina ca tocmai veneau in goana doua trasuri. Un pantof nu-l mai gasise, iar pe celalalt l-a sterpelit un baietas; zicea ca are sa-l faca leagan cand are sa aiba si el copii. Si acum, saraca fetita mergea desculta si piciorusele ei erau vinete de frig.

Ducea intr-un sort vechi o multime de cutii de chibrituri si o cutie in tinea in mana. Toata ziua umblase asa si nu-i daduse nimeni nici macar un banut. Si-acum era ostenita, flamanda si pe jumatate ingheta de frig. Fulgii cadeau si se prindeau de parul ei lung si balai care-i atarna frumos in carlionti pe umeri – dar ea numai la frumusete nu se gandea! Nu mai putea de oboseala si s-a asezat intr-un ungher intre doua case; una era mai iesita in afara, asa ca intre doua era un cotlon. Fetita s-a ghemuit strangandu-si picioarele sub dansa, dar tot frig ii era. Acasa nu indraznea sa se duca, fiindca nu vanduse nici o cutie de chibrituri si nu capatase nici un banut macar. Tata-sau avea s-o bata; dealtfel si acasa era frig, peretii erau sparti si cu toate ca astupase crapaturile cu paie si cu zdrente, vantul tot razbatea inauntru. Mainile ii erau aproape tepene de frig. Un chibrit ar fi strasnic acum; ce-ar fi sa scoata unul, sa-l aprinda si sa-si incalzeasca degetele? A scos un chibrit si l-a aprins.

Ce frumos ardea! Era o flacara calda si limpede ca o lumanarica, o minunata lumanarica. Si deodata fetitei i s-a parut ca sade in fata unei sobe mari de tuci, cu picioarele de alama si cu tacam de alama; in soba era un foc zdravan si fetita isi atinse picioarele sa si le incalzeasca…dar flacara se stinse si soba pieri…si fetita se trezi tinand intre degete chibritul ars. A mai aprins unul si iar s-a facut lumina. Zidul, acolo unde era luminat, s-a facut straveziu ca un geam. Pe geam fetita vazu o odaie cu masa pusa; pe fata stralucitor de alba erau farfurii de portelan si in mijloc, pe o farfurie, era o coscogeamite gasca fripta, umpluta cu prune si mere, din care ieseau aburii.

Si ce era mai minunat decat toate, gasca a sarit din farfurie, a inceput sa umble pe jos, leganandu-se, cu furculita si cu cutitul infipte in spate, si s-a indreptat chiar catre fetita. Dar deodata chibritul s-a stins si n-a mai ramas decat zidul gros si rece. A mai aprins un chibrit. Si deodata s-a vazut stand langa un pom de Craciun. Era mai mare si mai frumos decat acela pe care-l zarise pe geam la negustorul cel bogat. Pe crengile verzi erau o multime de lumanari aprinse si erau agatate poze colorate ca acelea din vitrinele magazinelor. Fetita a ridicat bratele in sus – si chibritul s-a stins.

Lumanarile s-au inaltat tot mai sus si deodata fetita a vazut ca nu mai erau lumanari, erau stelele sus pe cer; una din ele a cazut, lasand in urma ei o dara de lumina. – Acum moare cineva! a zis fetita. Bunica-sa, singura fiinta de pe lume care o iubise si pe dansa, si care acum era moarta, ii spusese odata: „Cand cade o stea, se urca un suflet la cer.” Fetita a mai aprins un chibrit si flacara a facut lumina de jur imprejur; si in lumina stralucitoare s-a ivit bunica, stralucind si ea, cu zambetul ei bun si bland. – Bunicuta! a strigat fetita. Ia-ma, ia-ma cu tine!

Stiu ca ai sa pleci si tu cand se stinge chibritul, tot asa cum a plecat si soba cea calda, si gasca cea fripta, si pomul cel frumos! Si repede a aprins si celelalte chibrituri care mai erau in cutie, fiindca voia s-o mai tie pe bunica-sa, sa nu plece. Si chibriturile au dat o lumina asa de mare, ca se vedea mai bine decat ziua. Niciodata nu fusese mai frumoasa bunica; a luat-o in brate pe fetita si amandoua s-au inaltat in stralucire si bucurie, si fetitei acum nu-i mai era frig, nici frica; era in cer. A doua zi dimineata, in ungherul dintre cele doua case, fetita cu obrajii rosii si zambet pe buze zacea moarta, degerata de frig, in cea din urma noapte a anului.

Zorii Anului Nou s-au ridicat deasupra trupsorului mort, langa care erau imprastiate o multime de cutii de chibrituri, una din ele cu toate chibriturile arse. A vrut sa se incalzeasca; ziceau oamenii. Dar nimeni nu stia ce frumuseti vazuse ea si in ce stralucire intrase si ce bucurie mare ii adusese Anul Nou!