sexta-feira, 22 de janeiro de 2010


"I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the one where you have to run, run till your lungs burst, but you can't make your body move fast enough.
But this was no dream, and, unlike the nightmare, I wasn't running for
my life; I was racing to save something infinitely more precious.
My own life meant little to me today. As the clock began to toll out the hour, vibrating under the soles of my sluggish feet, I knew I was too late — and I was glad something bloodthirsty waited in the wings. For in failing at this, I forfeited any desire to live. "

New Moon

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