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... "And 'there!" Lestat whispered. "What you've hurt. Your daughter." "What's there, what are you talking about?" "You've saved," he murmured, "I knew it. You left the window open on her and her mother died, and people walking down the street brought her here." [...] The doctor leaned over and wrapped the baby in a blanket. [...] He said he was satisfied that what we came for, that most of the children were orphans, arrived with the ships and were often too small to say which was the body of their mother. He thought Lestat was the father. A few moments later, Lestat already ran up the stairs with a bundle. [...] "Lestat What are you doing?" Where are you taking? " I asked. But I knew very well. He went to the hotel and wanted to bring it to our room. [...] "Come on Louis, you have not eaten enough, I see ".[...]" Take Louis, I know you want it. " And I did it .[...] I would have killed before he woke, before noticing. [...] And suddenly, while I continued to suck constantly [...] Lestat pulled me out of her. "But is not dead," I muttered. [...] Lestat pulled her up, spoke to her, calling her by name: "Claudia, Claudia, listen back to you, Claudia" [...] "You are malata, mi senti? Devi fare quello che ti dico per star bene". E allora capii che cosa stava facendo: s'era tagliato il polso e l'aveva offerto a lei. E lei stava bevendo. "Ecco così cara; ancora" [...] "Maledetto!" gridai, e lui mi fulminò con occhi di fiamma. Sedeva sul divano con la bambina avvinta al polso.[...] Si staccò bruscamente da lei [...] Lei tentò disperatamente di raggiungere il polso coi denti. [...] (Lestat) si allontanò [...] "Cos'hai fatto, Lestat?" gli domandai "Cos'hai fatto?".[...] Lestat si alzò sollevandola su dal pavimento e venne verso di me.[...] Me la trovai in grembo; la circondai con le braccia.
"Ne voglio ancora" fece lei indicando il cadavere on the floor. "No, not tonight, tomorrow night," said Lestat. [...] "Louis was going to leave [...] He was going to go away. But now he changed his mind ."[...]" You Bastard! " I whispered, "A devil !"[...] (Then, Lestat, turning to Claudia)" Now, with whom you sleep? By Louis or me? " Finally, looking at me and said, "Maybe you could sleep with Louis. After all, when I'm tired ... I'm not very polite." [...]
dawn went to bed with me, his heart .[...] against my Father and Daughter ...



From: "Interview with the Vampire" by Anne Rice

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... With my senses had awakened assist the death of my body with some discomfort and, eventually, with terror. He ran back up the stairs to the parlor, where Lestat [...] inspecting the costs and profits last year. "You're a Rich Man." He told me when I entered. "April Fools" I shouted. "You're dying, that's all, do not be stupid. You do not have the oil lamps [...]?". "I'm dying!" I shouted. "Dying." "It happens to everyone," retorted stubbornly. [...]( Lestat) began to cry. "But I did not think to settle down, I am just
stupid!" [...] "To sleep with me this morning: I have not yet done so to your grave.".


Lestat's coffin was in a dingy room near the ramparts. (Going into the coffin) closed the lid. I asked if I was completely dead. I felt tingling and itching everywhere. "No, it means no," he said .[...] "By tonight, you should be dead. Sleep ."...

From: "Interview with the Vampire" by Anne Rice.

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Louis becomes the first vampire boarding

... As I tried to move, I [...] said, "Keep still. Now I suck the blood up to bring you the threshold of death, but I want you to be calm, so calm to feel the blood coursing through your veins. [. ..] I tried to wriggle ,[...] and when I gave in, Lestat I sank his teeth into his neck. [...] "Play. Keep your eyes open "Lestat whispered to me with their lips against mine neck. [...] In a few minutes I became weak and paralysis. Discovered in a panic that I did not even have the strength to speak. [...] I felt his teeth retract. [...]( Lestat) bit her wrist [...] I think I know what was going to do yet before he did, and waited in my helplessness as if I had waited for years. He pressed his bleeding wrist against my mouth and said ,[...]: "Louis, drink." And I drank it .[...] Then something happened .[...] "while sucking the blood [...] I heard a sound ...: first a dull murmur, then hits the drum louder and louder, as if a gigantic creature slowly approached [...] beating a huge drum, another giant who advanced to some metro dietro di lui;"[...] Lestat liberò improvviasmente il suo polso, io[...]sentii subito l'impulso di riafferrarglielo e riportarmelo di forza alla bocca, a tutti i costi; mi frenai perchè mi resi conto che quel tamburo era il mio cuore, e che l'altro tamburo era il suo."[...] (Poi) Vidi con gli occhi di un vampiro.[...] E mi accorsi che non soltanto Lestat, ma tutto era cambiato. era come se solo allora, per la prima volta, riuscissi a vedere colori e forme. Ero totalmente affascinato dai bottoni della giacca nera di Lestat che non guardai altro per molto tempo. Poi Lestat cominciò a ridere [...] "Smettila di guardare i miei bottoni" disse Lestat "Vai laggiù tra gli alberi. Liberati di quel che di umano è rimasto of your body and do not fall in love so madly in the night by losing the way !"...

From: "Interview with the Vampire" by Anne Rice.

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... Connor drew the sword and pointed it against men, hoping it does not perceive his lack of experience. Judging by the whining, he would have said no. "Do not do angry! - Cate said to them.-s one of the bloodiest .- After winked at Connor, walked away. Perhaps, after all, was not so hard to make the pirate. the boy released a deep breath and smiled to his prisoners, which seemed to scare them even more.-I just wanted to be polite "said with a shrug and approaching the tip of the sword in two.

(Connor engage in a fight with another man of the vessel)

[...] railed against the opponent. Securing it with piercing eyes, pointed the sword at the chest. But the bridge had become sticky for dirt and blood, so Connor slipped. The sword in the man's chest that did not sink, however, falling back under the blow, he went to bang his head against the mast. He collapsed to the ground, with blood that was pouring in torrents, flooding the head and face. [...] Did not want this man died. [...] The pirates of diablo had won but he did not feel a winner and ran back .[...] [...] by the two prisoners-Mercy! - shouted one. -Take off the scarf-ordered hoarsely [...] Come with me! - Connor ordered yet. -I beseech you, pity! - Come-and is' Shut up! - [...] What had been his opponent was lying covered in blood. He took the scarf and dabbed the wound to the head to stop the bleeding. -Here, you take care of the prisoner-he said, putting his hand on the blood-soaked scarf.
[...] He turned. -Good job, kid-Cheng Li said. "Maybe we need a little work 'on your killer instinct, but you did a great job-...

From "Vampirates Demons-Ocean" by Justin Somper.

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... -Why did you stay here tonight? -
-I was worried about you. It seemed I had a fever. You said you were dead-
"But I'm dead. And I have no fever. In fact, I have never felt better-
-Grace, you listen. It is not dead .-
[...]- How can I both woke up with the Bell Dawn? - Lorcan said, holding his head in his hands. [...] You really sure that it is not dead? - I'm sure a hundred per cent, Grace. For starters, the girls do not eat the porridge death .- [...] Grace turned to the door. He lifted the curtain [...]- Close the curtain, Grace .- Lorcan's voice had become hoarse. [...] She dropped it and turned around. [...] [...] He was trembling. Grace was holding out a hand to calm him when he had an idea. He knew how to do it to calm down. He began to sing:

will tell you a tale of Vampirates,
an old story, but real and very dark.
I will sing a story of an ancient ship with the crew
most awful ever known.
Yes, the story of an ancient ship
plows the sea, light,
that ply the sea, severely.

Lorcan's mouth dropped wide open. That means know- ? - Said in the voice reduced to little more than a whisper. Grace shook her head confused. -So what? - With eyes wide open, Lorcan said no more. -It 's a song of sailors who my father always sang to me and Connor. He was able to calm down when we were excited.

This ship has tattered sails well, who seem a
voglian wings to fly;
and the captain, they say, is so scary
who prefer not to be seen.
Bring to a pale face of death,
in the eye lacks the life
each tooth is a sinister saber.
That captain, they say, is so scary

While Grace sang the last words of the verse, both looked toward the door. Suddenly everything became clear. [...] - That can never see the light .- This time Grace spoke the words without singing them, returned to the window and grabbed the curtain again. -No! - Lorcan out his hand to block it. Too late. Grace had her fingers close around the corner of the tent, so when he pushed her to the side, she pulled the piece of cloth, tore through the window, let in a cabin in the pale ray of light pink. [...] Bring it back-to-wailed. -Bring it back. Please, Grace, replace the tent. [...] Replace the tent. Lorcan looked [...] and looked at her with gratitude. - Thank you, "said a shrill voice. [...] Turned to Lorcan. -Well-said. -I almost reason, or no? Only the dead are not I , but you .-...

From "ocean Vampirates-demons" by Justin Somper.

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... - Then, Friday, you return to your village? -
He turned and looked at me with puzzled expression and I realized what I wanted to tell me [...] He made a sudden melancholy. I asked him what he had and he said
"You angry with Friday. Why? What was wrong?"
"I'm not angry with you," I said.
"No?" You're not angry? Yes, but yes "he insisted. "You send me away."
"But you said you want to go back to your village?" I asked.
"Yes, but I also told you not there and you here Friday. This I do not want, I never said this." It was clear that did not want to leave without me.
[...] "Come on, do not insist, my dear," I said. "You'll go without me. I will continue to live on this island just as before." Friday frowned, then took the hatchet from his belt that he always carried with him and I held it out.
"What should I do with it?" I asked.
"You kill Friday"
"Kill Friday, and why not?"
"Why did you send you away!" exclaimed, "You kill Friday, no send off."
He spoke so true that the carriage sprang to tears, and the sight I had the certainty of his great affection and devotion for me. [...] I went (to speak) until I had entirely reassured him (which I would not have sent him away) ...

Adapted from "Robinson Crusoe" by Daniel Defoe.

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Friday and "macabre party"

... Arriving at the refuge, gave him bread ,[...] in badly needed after the long ride made. When it was restored [...] He lay down immediately because he had to be exhausted, poor man, and soon fell asleep. I watched while resting and appurai that it was a young man of perhaps twenty-six, good looking, well proportioned body with strong limbs and muscles darted under the skin. [...] His name would be "Friday", because on Friday I had saved his life and wanted his name remembered that day. When we went where he had buried the two savages who had chased, Friday, I pointed to the spot where they were the cover and some identifying marks affixed by him, so that we could dig up the corpses and eat them. I showed her indignation and expressed in the most effective Naus that I took at the very thought of such a banquet .[...] we set off towards the point on the coast where the cannibals had held a feast. When we arrived I felt the blood freeze and my heart shook the horrible scene that came to my eyes: it was a dreadful spectacle, at least for me, because Friday seemed completely indifferent. the ground was littered with human bones, the sand soaked with blood, shreds of human flesh were scattered here and there, torn, Rosica, scorched. [...] Three skulls, five hands, the long bare bones of three or four legs, small and well-cleaned feet, and pieces of dismembered bodies, covered with clotted blood .[...] I realized with horror that the My unfortunate companion those pieces of meat were throat, that I gladly would not gnawed gnawed a bone at all: after all he was a cannibal and that kind of meat was used to it. [...] I showed it to prove a profound horror that his bestial desire ...

Adapted from "Robinson Crusoe" by Daniel Defoe.

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... Here's one morning, shortly after dawn, I saw five canoes pulled up dry on the beach .[...] I was shocked, I did not understand why they had come in large group and I wondered if I could have dared to face twenty or thirty savages all together. I finally decided to play all out .[...] [...] I saw the group of savages at the time were dancing around the flame, according to their habit, and their gestures and their faces were at once grotesque and frightening. Meanwhile, some of them dragged out of a canoe two prisoners, carrying him on the beach. In an instant one of them was shot down with a powerful shot and just three bat [...] wild rush to the body of the unhappy, quartered at the end of cooking, while the other victim was left waiting for the butchers ended the first part of their task and then make the same service. "
But at that moment the hapless, desperate [...] with the impulse of those who almost died on me, suddenly jumped to the side of his tormentors and left in a mad race along the beach, heading towards the punto sottostante la mia fortezza. Confesso che mi spaventai, quando lo vidi arrivare alla mia volta [...] Tra lui e la fortezza c'era quella piccola insenatura [...] Giunto in quel punto, il poveretto avrebbe dovuto gettarsi in acqua e attraversare al cala a nuoto, altrimenti gli altri lo avrebbero raggiunto e catturato. E così fece il fuggitivo: benchè in quel momento la marea stesse salendo, si tuffò senza la minima esitazione [...],raggiunse la sponda opposta, riprendendo subito a correre alla velocità di prima. Quando anche i tre inseguitori si trovarono davanti all'insenatura, notai che solo due sapevano nuotare.[...] I due che s'erano tuffati nuotavano lentamente. [...] Allora ecco risorgermi nella mente, urgente e irresistibile, the idea to get me a servant, a helper, perhaps a companion, my time had come, at last, and I really felt called by Providence to save the lives of the poor creature fell to the .[...] a shortcut along the beach, so come and see me between the pursuer and the pursued .[...] my sight frightened him because the other [...] I motioned with his hand to go back and after a while , finding them below pursuers, took advantage of his confusion to settle down with the butt of a rifle shot that made him fell down. The fugitive meanwhile, had stopped [...] he sat there motionless and seemed uncertain about the direction to take, but more inclined to give it to him to legs to come closer. [...] Finally I was next and once again fell to kneel, bow their heads to the ground, grabbed my foot and laid it on the head, meaning that gesture that I would be forever enslaved. Him up, patted him, and with gestures and smiles reassured him as best I could. [...] "My wild" [...] made me understand by signs of wanting [...] the sword 'and contented himself, when he had the gun in his hands, rushed on his enemy and net with a shot from the neck cut off his head with such skill that no true perpetrator could have done with more precision. [...] After that I invited him to follow me ...

Adapted from "Robinson Crusoe" by Daniel Defoe.

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... "Yes, yes," said the voice. "You are not wrong, homunculus. I am, what I speak. " Timo stared in disbelief shimmering light. "You?" He asked, "Who are you?". The voice laughed softly. "I am a Fire fatuous, foolish little man," he said. "I do not know." "A ... Fire fatuous "Timo repeated in amazement. [...] He had never seen one.

[...] "I'm a Man" Timo said angrily. "I am a Helder." "Well, then Helderuncolo, precisely [...] I am a fatuous and Fire Wisps are known for the fact that smarriscono in continuazione”. “Oh” fece Timo. [...] “Ma è proprio così, con noi Fuochi fatui: ci sbagliamo di continuo”. “Un momento, [...] hai appena detto che ti smarrisci di continuo, qual è quella giusta allora?” “Bé, tutt'e due” rispose la sfera luminosa, “O era invece la prima? Oppure la seconda? [...] E che differenza c'è tra sbagliarsi e smarrirsi? Mi sbaglio appunto nella direzione. [...] Non è affatto divertente, te lo dico io”. Timo rifletté un momento. “E tu fai sempre le cose sbagliate?” volle sapere.

“Mai” affermò desolato il fuoco fatuo. “Bah, volevo Cow. Oh, you want to cry, I'm wrong all the time. "

"Then take me in the copse, where [...] is more dark and impenetrable. Why do not I have absolutely out of here. Still less do I get the parties to the Selva silver ".[...] "You think that if I take you through the woods, we come back to his room instead, because the wrong direction, eh? ". Timo nodded.

"This is senseless-wise I think. Very sensible. This idea may indeed be only one ... OMMUNITY Helderuncolo like you. Come with me, baby Helder, I'll take you to the forest. " "No," said Timo alarmed. "I do not di lì. Più addentro nel bosco”. Il Fuoco fatuo tacque un istante[...] “più addentro?” si sincerò “Ah, capisco, tu dici più addentro perché vuoi uscire e poiché pensi che mi sbaglio sempre... ma in realtà vuoi uscire da qui, e... oppure vuoi...-portandoti al margine, mi sbagliassi...oppure vuoi...Oh, ma è pazzesco. T'immagini, se mi sbaglio due volte e ti porto per errore davvero più addentro nel bosco?”

“Ma è lì che voglio andare!” disse con un sospiro Timo. “Davvero?” chiese il Fuoco fatuo. “Ma allora non devi prendere me come guida, sai? Io mi smarrisco di continuo e... ” Timo sorrise corrucciato. "Maybe it's better to continue alone," he said. "Sure, [...] I will only put off the road, e. .. but wait a bit '... though now I think this is fair and instead I'm wrong again, then obviously you should go with me ... but maybe I'm wrong right: either you that you're wrong? "Timo sighed. "Maybe it really better to continue alone," "No," she said imploringly Fire fatuous [...]. "I'll give you a proposal Fire vain: I and you seem to me as I continue to accompany me, but keep your mouth shut, meaning ?"...

from "The Dance of the Elves" by Wolfgang and Heike Hohlbein.

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Party ... exploring the kingdom of my father, every day I go away from the city and the news I am receiving are becoming increasingly rare. [...] I thought that at the start, that in a few weeks I would have easily reached the borders of the kingdom, but I always continued to meet new people and places, and wherever men who spoke my own language, who claimed to be my subjects . [...] Are we turn on ourselves ,[...] This may explain why we have not reached the far frontier. But more often torments me doubt that this border does not exist, that the kingdom should extend without limitation and that, as I step, never took to reach the end. I [...] bother to communicate during the trip, with my loved ones, and among the knights of the stock I chose the seven best, I serve as messengers. I thought, unaware that seven have had even an exaggeration. With the passage of time I noticed that on the contrary were ridiculously short. Do not use the remote from my house, I sent you the first, Alexander [...] The next evening, to ensure continuity of communications, I sent the second, then third, then fourth, sequentially, until the eighth week of travel, in which Gregory left. The first had not yet returned .[...] We reached the tenth night, when we were putting down the camp for the night, in an uninhabited valley. I learned from Alexander that his rapidità era stata inferiore al previsto;[...] In una giornata, mentre noi avanzavamo di quaranta leghe, lui ne divorava sessanta, ma non di più. [...] Ben presto constatai che bastava moltiplicare per cinque i giorni fin lì impiegati per sapere quando il messaggero ci avrebbe ripresi. Allontanandoci sempre più dalla capitale, l'itinerario dei messi si faceva ogni volta più lungo. Dopo cinquanta giorni di cammino, l'intervallo fra un arrivo e l'altro dei messaggeri cominciò a spaziarsi sensibilmente; mentre prima me ne vedevo arrivare al campo uno ogni cinque giorni, questo intervallo divenne di venticinque; la voce della mia città diveniva in tal modo sempre più fioca; [...] Trascorsi che furono sei mesi [...] The interval between one and the other messengers increased to four months. They bore me news now distant ,[...] crumpled envelopes came over me Come, come! Vagabonds met the plains told me that the lines were not far off. I make my men do not leave, turn off the accents that were disappointing on their lips. Had already been four years since my departure, which long fatigue .[...] Twenty months of silence and solitude hours elapse between successive appearances of the messengers. I wore curious letters yellowed by time, and finds forgotten names, unusual ways to say to me, feelings that I could not understand .[...] But eight and a half years I was having dinner alone in trascorsi.Stasera Domenico when he entered my tent, which could still smile though distorted by fatigue. For almost seven years does not revise it. Throughout this long period he had done nothing but run through meadows, forests and deserts, how many times changing beast, to bring that parcel of envelopes that so far I wanted to open. He has already gone to sleep and start again tomorrow morning. Leave for the last time. On the notebook I calculated that if all goes well, I still like the way I've done so far and he his, I can not review Dominic among thirty-four. I then I'll be seventy-two. But I start to feel tired and it is likely that the death of me comes before. So do not take it ever again. Fra Domenico thirty-four years will see the fires of my camp unexpectedly and never ask why in the meantime, I have made so little way. How good a messenger will come tonight in my tent with the letters yellowed with age, full of absurd news of a time already gone, but will stop in the doorway, seeing property [...] and dead. Yet it

, Dominic, and do not tell me I'm cruel! Porta my last goodbye to the city where I was born. You are the surviving link with the world once was mine too. Most recent posts have made me know that I consider [...] lost, they have built tall buildings which were previously under the oak trees where I was usually playing. But it is still my old home. The fifth ,[...] messenger will not start because it would not make more time to return. After you silence, or Sunday, unless I finally found the longed boundaries. [...] I go to convincing myself that there probably will cross the border .[...] limit without even realizing it and I will continue to move forward, unaware .[...] A 'unusual anxiety for some time you turn on me in the evening ,[...] is impatient to know the unknown lands to which I head. Vado noticing, and I have not told anyone yet, I noticed that [...] shone a light in the sky and the air unusually [...] rechi presagi che non so dire. Una speranza nuova mi trarrà domattina ancora più avanti, verso quelle montagne inesplorate che le ombre della notte stanno occultando...

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... Da quella parte della casa la vista era completamente diversa [...] c'era un giardino piuttosto grande, pieno di fiori disposti in aiuole geometriche. [...]. Oltre i fiori, lo sguardo incontrava un grazioso acciottolato con una panchina di legno, e Gretel si immaginò seduta al sole a leggere un libro. [...] Qualche metro più in là, everything changed. A huge wire fence ran along the side of the house and continued bending on both ends on both sides, so far that Gretel could not see the end. [...] On top of the fence was rolled up huge coils of barbed wire. Staring at all those sharp spikes Gretel felt an unexpected twinge of pain. Beyond the fence there was no sign of green anywhere. Not a blade of grass. The ground was red and sandy. And as far as the eye came, he saw only cabins. [...] He opened his mouth to say something, but then realized that no words could express his surprise. So did the only sensible thing and closed it ...

Adapted from "The Child with the Striped Pajamas "by John Boyne.

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