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The sky is measled with stars.There was a soul, a god, too, that I meantto concoct.

Roger, an elfin thirty, had a heart-shaped face, fine-featured and lively.

She wore a sweatshirt and leggings, had hair that looked fun to draw, a volume of scribbly ringlets in a ponytail.

Our external tubular heating system, painted in garish primary colors, looked like a poor man's Pompidou.

Αν είναι αρκετά νωρίς το πρωί κι αν σου είναι εύκολο να γυρίσεις με τη σκέψη σου σ' ένα φθινώπορο πριν από καμιά σαρανταριά χρόνια, θα καταφέρεις να κρυφτείς πίσω από τα βράχια του μόλου. Λεπτή, διάφανη, λουσμένη στο φως του πρωινού ήλιου η καταχνιά. Σμαραγδένια η φουσκοθάλασσιά του Ειρηνικού, ψυχρή σαν μαύρος άλιωτος πάγος η πέτρα.

Her eyes were like coffee beans, and, when she laughed, they really did seem to crackle like roasting beans.

He’s as stooping and sly as I remember, his gaze running its hands through my pockets before taking in my face.

No shadows steal upon this hard glare, the stony vineyards shimmer in the sun and the bougainvillaea is white with dust.

Ancient historians lied. Modern historians play Chinese whispers. Now, it's time to tell you the true story of Lamia and her Knight - from the Garden of Eden to Ancient Rome.