July
August 2009
Alma Wade. Det här kanske låter konstigt för somliga, men det finns ingen annan fiktiv karaktär som jag har så mycket respekt för. Eller för den delen, är så rädd för.
Om det finns någon person, och då menar jag fiktiv, som har påverkat min syn på hur en magiker ska vara, så är det Raistlin Majere. Shit, jag måste verkligen läsa om alla DragonLanc
Jag må vara självgod, men jag vet faktiskt mer om Härskarringen än de flesta av er. :)
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Hur klantig är du ?!1. Har du trillat hemma? [x] 2. Har du trillat bland folk? [x] 3. Har du vällt ner varor i någon affär? [x] 4. Har du gått in i en lyktstolpe? [x] 5. Har du snubbl
They were assigned to accomplish what none other could accomplish. They could never know what they had stepped into.
"She had been dead for three years when she first came to me."
"She is a prisoner. When I find her, I am going to set her free."
"They deserved to die. They all deserved to die."
"Where were you born? What was your given name? ... You have no history."
She helped him. Turned the tide against his masters. Embraced him, consumed him and made them one. The mother, and her son.
"You will be a god among men."
"Target sighted! Take cover! I can't!"
"Give it back."
"He didn't mean much to me. None of them did."
"I didn't even met my brother, until the day he killed me. You killed me, brother."
"Don't let them hurt me.." Those were her words. Her whisper. Her prayer, her command. By the fate of Alma we all depend now. We're all charged with her will, to exact her vengeance. Do not let them
"The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinuviel was dancing there To music of a pipe unseen, And
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