Un Dorian Gray sin pasado, ni patria ni bandera.
I'm just a guy who likes to go on adventures, literary or otherwise. I mostly read fantasy, sci-fi, and/or litrpg.
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My name is Kvothe.
I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of …
My name is Kvothe.
I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I …
… [E]veryone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.
— The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss, Patrick Rothfuss (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #1) (Page 690)
Well, that was depressing, but not altogether surprising.
My name is Kvothe.
I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I …
Re-reading for the umpteenth time. This time it's the 10th Anniversary edition.
Re-reading for the umpteenth time. This time it's the 10th Anniversary edition.
A USA Today and bestseller, published in ten languages.
They don’t play for the …
It was okay, nothing groundbreaking.
A USA Today and bestseller, published in ten languages.
They don’t play for the same team. Or do they?
…
A magical island. A dangerous task. A burning secret.
Linus Baker leads a quiet, …
I liked it. It wasn't a profound read, but it was warm and cozy. A little bit like of the X-Men were little kids and a government worker comes to check on them and falls in love with everything he didn't know he didn't know.
Warm and cozy.
I liked it. It wasn't a profound read, but it was warm and cozy. A little bit like of the X-Men were little kids and a government worker comes to check on them and falls in love with everything he didn't know he didn't know.
Warm and cozy.
A magical island. A dangerous task. A burning secret.
Linus Baker leads a quiet, …
"There was no treasure after all! It was a lie to get you here for your party!" "Oh. I see. So the real treasure was the friendships we made along the way?" "You guys are the worst," Lucy muttered. "The literal worst."
— The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune (Page 330)
A magical island. A dangerous task. A burning secret.
Linus Baker leads a quiet, …
I am but paper. Brittle and thin. I am held up to the sun, and it shines through me. I get written on, and I can never be used again. These scratches are a history. There a story. They tell things for others to read, but they only see the words and not what the words are written upon. I am but paper, and though there are many like me, none are exactly the same. I am parched parchment. I have lines. I have holes. Get me wet, and I melt. Light me on fire, and I burn. Take me in hardened hands, and I crumple. I tear. I am but paper. Brittle and thin.
— The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune (Page 133)
A pantheon of forgotten gods. An old grudge between a talk show host, an heiress, and the man they shattered …
A pantheon of forgotten gods. An old grudge between a talk show host, an heiress, …
"I mean, really, I can't be held accountable for everything I've ever said to a stripper."
— The Eye of the Bedlam Bride by Matt Dinniman (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #6) (Page 68)
A pantheon of forgotten gods. An old grudge between a talk show host, an heiress, …
Matt does not fail to disappoint on this, his sixth book. Full of the same irreverent humor as the previous books, he continues to keep the story engaging until the end. I'm already excited to see where the next book goes and whether this might be the end.
Matt does not fail to disappoint on this, his sixth book. Full of the same irreverent humor as the previous books, he continues to keep the story engaging until the end. I'm already excited to see where the next book goes and whether this might be the end.
In celebration of The Hobbit's fifteenth anniversary, the authoritative edition of its stirring sequel, The Lord of the Rings, is …
THE BOOK OF THE CENTURY
The Two Towers is the second volume in J.R.R. Tolkien's epic adventure The Lord …
A magical island. A dangerous task. A burning secret.
Linus Baker leads a quiet, …
He'd accepted long ago that some people, no matter how good their heart was or how much love they had to give, would always be alone. It was their lot in life, and Linus had figured out, at the age of twenty-seven, that it seemed to be that way for him.
— The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune (Page 31 - 32)
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