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Lacrime Nere
Lacrime Nere - PROLOGOTre schiave con la pelle scura e gli occhi neri abbigliarono la principessa Lunantishee. La immersero nell’acqua tiepida cosparsa di petali di rosa, e con l’olio degli stessi fiori la massaggiarono dalla punta dei piedi fino alle spalle, indugiando poi sulle narici in modo che il fetore del fuoco e del sangue non offendesse il suo naso minuto. Le strofinarono il corpo nudo con ruvida tela, affinché il suo candore si facesse rosato; la governante entrò nella stanza sorreggendo un abito bianco di seta e pizzi d’oriente e glielo mostrò, inchinandosi. Lunantishee lo guardò un istante, poi si voltò indiffereLacrime Nere - PROLOGO
by *LockeLamora
Lacrime Nere - Capitolo 1In tre smontarono alle porte della rocca sotto il sole di mezzogiorno: due uomini e una donna, lucidi di sudore e grigi della polvere fine delle pianure.Lacrime Nere - Capitolo 1
Uno di essi si separò dagli altri, levandosi di dosso alla meglio il grigiume che durante il viaggio gli aveva ricoperto il mantello color ardesia e i capelli castani, e tirò la corda accanto al pesante portone.
Il suono di una campana echeggiò dentro le mura; dopo qualche istante un bambinetto dal viso abbronzato e tondo si affacciò da una feritoia. “Chi sei?” gli chiese.
“Levati!” Una guardia, di cui dalla piccola apertura
by *LockeLamora
Black Tears - English Translation
Black Tears - Chapter 1Three people dismounted from their horses at the fortress gate, under the midday sun; the dust of the plains dulled their slate-coloured mantles, and sweat glistened over their faces.Black Tears - Chapter 1
One of them pulled a rope next to the heavy door: a bell rang, and after a while a boy peered through a loophole.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Get lost!" A guard pushed him away and took his place, scanning the flat expanse behind the visitors and lingering on the bushes around the road. "What do you want?"
"I bring a message for the Mother."
The door opened without a creak, and the guard extended a hairy hand. "All right, give it
by *LockeLamora
Black Tears - PrologueThree slaves dressed Princess Lunantishee.Black Tears - Prologue
They moistened her with warm water sprinkled with rose petals; with rose oil they massaged her skin, lingering on the nostrils so that the stench of fire and blood would not offend her small nose.
The housekeeper entered the room, holding a dress of white silk and Eastern laces.
Just a glance, and Lunantishee turned to the window again, gazing expressionless at the sky while the slaves imprisoned her in the dress.
Strand by strand, they gathered her blonde hair in curls, each one fixed by a diamond hairpin; they brought the heavy earrings and the pearl ne
by *LockeLamora
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Black Tears - Chapter 1Three people dismounted from their horses at the fortress gate, under the midday sun; the dust of the plains dulled their slate-coloured mantles, and sweat glistened over their faces.Black Tears - Chapter 1
One of them pulled a rope next to the heavy door: a bell rang, and after a while a boy peered through a loophole.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Get lost!" A guard pushed him away and took his place, scanning the flat expanse behind the visitors and lingering on the bushes around the road. "What do you want?"
"I bring a message for the Mother."
The door opened without a creak, and the guard extended a hairy hand. "All right, give it
by *LockeLamora
Black Tears - PrologueThree slaves dressed Princess Lunantishee.Black Tears - Prologue
They moistened her with warm water sprinkled with rose petals; with rose oil they massaged her skin, lingering on the nostrils so that the stench of fire and blood would not offend her small nose.
The housekeeper entered the room, holding a dress of white silk and Eastern laces.
Just a glance, and Lunantishee turned to the window again, gazing expressionless at the sky while the slaves imprisoned her in the dress.
Strand by strand, they gathered her blonde hair in curls, each one fixed by a diamond hairpin; they brought the heavy earrings and the pearl ne
by *LockeLamora
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SPECIMEN 17SPECIMEN 17'S DOSSIER - EXCERPTSSPECIMEN 17
22/12/2017 - Enlistment Name: Jonathan Thompson Birth Date: 30/11/1989 Place of birth: Billings, Montana Gender: M Height: 5’ 10 Hair colour: blonde Eye colour: green Civil status: single Occupation: Modern Literature lecturer
Health conditions: See clinical documents (annex n. 1) – Current life expectancy: 3 months
Mr. Thompson signed in for PROJECT E.L.F.
Due to his precarious health conditions, he specifically requested to apply for Cellular Regeneration and Longevity Department.
Ms. Santos of the
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For LuckShe died in childbed. It happened a night of waning moon, while the moan of the owl and the wailing of her newborn son escorted the last, soft sighs that left her breast.For Luck
Only a little owl there was, under that moon so thin: because she was no noblewoman, and no ethereal spirit of loss and sadness bothered to cry for a wench who came from a long breed of farmers and housemaids.
A maiden of no importance, with wheat in her hair and sky in her eyes, and lips as red as candied apples: she was like a poppy, tall and red in the golden corn, a beauty you revelled in, the pleasant memory of a smile, the dream of a kiss, and nothi
by *LockeLamora
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Doaliss-Destino: Cap. 2Capitolo 2 Il QaaldDoaliss-Destino: Cap. 2
Partirono un paio d’ore dopo, in una comitiva di una ventina di persone. Il nostro gruppo si sentiva euforico, felice di stare lontano dalle consuetudini e di fare qualcosa che li avrebbe coinvolti più di quanto con i libri di scuola non potessero sperare di fare. Marciarono a lungo, fermandosi rari momenti per riposare e scendere dalle cavalcature, fino a raggiungere verso sera la base delle montagne Adamantine. Dal basso, e soprattutto con la luce del crepuscolo, erano davvero inquietanti. Sentirono tutti un brivido lungo la schiena, ma nessuno lo diede a vedere. Erano lì perché ave
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Doaliss - Destino: Cap 1Capitolo 1 Come Tutto E’ IniziatoDoaliss - Destino: Cap 1
Era una fredda mattina, quel giorno di novembre. Stava albeggiando e una leggera foschia aleggiava sui campi scuri. Iniziava un nuovo giorno e tutti: uomini, donne, bambini, si preparavano ad affrontarlo. Nei villaggi, si aprivano le finestre e si accendevano i fuochi dentro ai camini, mentre squillavano alte nel cielo le grida gioiose dei bambini che si rincorrevano nelle praterie, seguiti dagli avvertimenti premurosi delle madri in ansia, mentre i padri si avviavano nei boschi a cacciare. Le montagne risplendevano nella luce rosata del sole nascente, stagliandosi sulla volta celeste
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Doaliss - Destino: PrologoPrologoDoaliss - Destino: Prologo
Da quanto riuscisse a ricordare, vale a dire da tre anni a questa parte, non aveva mai provato alcun tipo di vera emozione. Non aveva mai sentito quel gratificante dolore nel costato che si avverte dopo una lunga risata, non aveva mai pianto per qualcuno, né tanto meno aveva mai consolato un amico. Lui non aveva amici. Ogni persona normale sarebbe stata spinta a cercare qualcuno da avere accanto, specialmente lui, avrebbe dovuto cercare qualcosa nella sua vita, qualcuno, che gli desse un motivo per vivere. Non sapeva perché, ma non ne avvertiva il bisogno. Sapeva di per certo che non aveva bisogno di nessuno, st
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