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Läser fortfarande den här XDDD.....läser några sidor i veckan för att den ska räcka läääääääääääänge XDDD......blir fortfarande påmind om mina egna karaktärer då jag läser den........här är ett citat som jag gillar XDD....loongish XD
("My Breath to yours" ...lite bakgrunds fakta, i den stora religionen i boken så finns
det ett gäng med Gudar som kallas Returned....för att de har återuppstått efter de dött
de lever och behandlas som gudar ...de kan också ge sitt liv för att rädda nån annans)
Calmseer had come closer to being a divinity than any Returned Lightsong had known. She'd cared for her followers much as Allmother now tried to do, but there had been genuine concern in Calmseer's regard. She hadn't helped the people because she feared that they would stop worshiping, and she had no arrogance of presumed superiority.
Real kindness. Real love. Real mercy.
Yet even Calmseer had felt inadequate. She had often said she felt guilty because she couldn't live up to what people expected. How could she? How could anyone? In the end, he suspected this was what drove her to answer a petition. There had only been one way, in her estimation, to be the goddess everyone demanded she be. And that was to give up her life.
They push us into it, Lightsong thought. They craft all this splendor and luxury, they give us whatever we desire, then they subtly poke at us. Be a god. Prophesy. Maintain our illusion for us.
Die. Die so that we can keep believing.
Calmseer had come closer to being a divinity than any Returned Lightsong had known. She'd cared for her followers much as Allmother now tried to do, but there had been genuine concern in Calmseer's regard. She hadn't helped the people because she feared that they would stop worshiping, and she had no arrogance of presumed superiority.
Real kindness. Real love. Real mercy.
Yet even Calmseer had felt inadequate. She had often said she felt guilty because she couldn't live up to what people expected. How could she? How could anyone? In the end, he suspected this was what drove her to answer a petition. There had only been one way, in her estimation, to be the goddess everyone demanded she be. And that was to give up her life.
They push us into it, Lightsong thought. They craft all this splendor and luxury, they give us whatever we desire, then they subtly poke at us. Be a god. Prophesy. Maintain our illusion for us.
Die. Die so that we can keep believing.
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Camera iPhone 3GS
Focal length 4 mm
Aperture f/2.8
Shutter 1/15 s
ISO 160