Zapomnij o trumnie, ziemi z grobu i przytulnym zameczku w Karpatach... Dracula nie nosi szpilek od Jimmy'ego Choo, Dracula to przeżytek. Blog poświęcony serii "Błękitnokrwiści".
Dziękuję :) Cieszę się, że nie sześć, a mnie też się zdarza mylić :)Ala (KS&J<3)
Wiem, że to nie powód żeby się chwalić ale mam 2 z maty więc na pewno zdarza mi się "mylić" częściej niż pani :)
To będzie demobilizujące i nie powinnam tego pisać, ale skończyłam LO z oceną, natenczas, mierną z matmy ;-) Teraz trochę żałuję, że nie przyłożyłam się bardziej. Człowiek z wiekiem nie robi się wcale mądrzejszy :) Tylko brzydszy, hi, hi.
I tu się z panią zgadzam, że człowiek nie mądrzeje. Niektórzy nawet głupieją xD
Bo się lekko pogubiłam.Mam pytanko.Siedem części, ale liczycie z KLUCZAMI DO REPOZYTORIUM??Czy raczej 7 części+ uzupełniająca książka Klucze do Repozytorium??Proszę o odpowiedź.
Liczymy bez Kluczy :)Ala (KS&J<3)
http://www.facebook.com/BlueBloods?sk=app_122165027866018Tu macie dwa pierwsze rozdziały Lost in time:) Niestety po angielsku, ale jakby się komuś chciało przetłumaczyć... ;)Ala (KS&J<3)
A mnie ciekawi jak czuje się okładka do "Lost in time" ;)
Niestety mam dezaktywowane konto na facebooku i nie mogę przeczytać tych dwóch rozdziałów, więc jest to szczególna prośba do Admina: Czy można by zamieścić je na tym blogu? Bardzo bym była wdzięczna:)
Jak chcesz, to mogę je tu zamieścić, ale nie są przetłumaczone:) Poza tym, czekam na nowe posty a tu jak nie ma, tak nie ma... Jak mniemam to wszystko z przepracowania naszego Admina :)Ala (KS&J<3)
Ala (KS&J<3): Byłabym ci bardzo wdzięczna, a przetłumaczyć sobie mogę sama. Bardzo proszę zamieść je tu;)xD
Never Say GoodbyeFlorence, December Schuyler did not sleep the entire evening, instead she lay awake, looking up at the crossed wooden beams on the ceiling or out the window to the view of the Duomo, which shone a rosy gold in the dawn. Her dress was a crumpled pile of silk on the floor, next to Jack's black tuxedo jacket. Last night, after the guests had left, after cheeks were pressed affectionately against hers in loving goodbyes, and hands had blessed and patted her ring in a gesture of good luck, the new couple had floated over the cobblestone streets back to their room, buoyed by the happiness they'd found in their friends and in each other, in turns exhilarated and exhausted by the events surrounding their bonding. In the dim light of the morning she curled her arm through his and he turned towards her so that they pressed against each other, his chin resting on her forehead, their legs entwined together under the linen duvet. She placed her hand on his chest to feel the steady ordered beating of his heart, and wondered when they would be able to lie like this again. "I need to go," Jack said, his voice still rough with sleep. He pulled her closer and his breath tickled her ear. "I don't want to, but I need to." There was an unsaid apology in his words. "I know," Schuyler said. She had promised to be strong for him, and she would keep that promise, she would not fail him. If only tomorrow would never come, if only she could hold on to the night just a little longer. "But not yet. See, it is still dark outside. It was the nightingale you heard and not the lark," she whispered. She could feel him smile against her cheek when he recognized the line from "Romeo and Juliet." As she traced his lips with her fingers, feeling their softness, he moved his body over hers and she moved with him until they were joined together. He placed her arms above her head, his hands gripping her wrists tightly, and when he kissed her neck, she shuddered to feel his fangs on her skin. She pulled him ever closer, clutching his fine baby-soft hair as he drank deeply from her blood. After, his blonde head rested on her shoulder, and she folded her arms around his back and held him tightly. By now, daylight was streaming into the room. There was no denying it anymore, the night was over, and it would soon be time for them to part. He gently withdrew from her embrace and kissed the wounds that were still fresh on her neck until they healed. She watched him dress, handing him his boots and his sweater. "It'll be cold. You'll need a new jacket," she said, brushing off dirt from his black raincoat. "I'll get one when I'm back in the city," he agreed. "Hey," he said, when he saw her mournful face. "It'll be all right. I've lived a long time and I intend to keep doing so." He managed a quick smile. She nodded, the lump in her throat had made it hard to breathe, hard to speak, but she did not want him to remember her this way. She adopted a cheerful tone and handed him his rucksack. "I put your passport in the front pocket." Already she loved the role of bondmate, of helpmeet, of wife. He nodded his thanks and shouldered the bag, fiddling with the zipper as he tucked in the last of his books, not quite meeting her eyes. She wanted to remember him exactly as he stood, looking golden and beautiful in the morning light, his platinum hair a bit tousled, and his bright green eyes flashing in determination. "Jack…" Her resolve faltered, but she did not want to make their last moment more funereal than it had to be. "I'll see you soon." She said lightly.
He squeezed her hand one last time. Then Jack was gone and she was alone. Schuyler put away her bonding dress, gently folding it in her suitcase. She was ready to forge ahead, but as she gathered her things, she realized a truth that Jack had refused to acknowledge. It was not that he was afraid of meeting his fate, it was that he would simply bow to it. Jack will not fight Mimi. Jack will let her kill him rather than fight her. In the clear light of day, Schuyler grasped the reality of what he was about to do. Meeting his twin meant meeting his doom. It was not going to be all right. It was never going to be all right. He had tried to hide it with his brave words but Schuyler knew deep down he was marching to his end. That this was the last night they would ever have together.Jack was going home to die. For a moment Schuyler wanted to scream, rend her clothing and tear her hair in grief. But after a few shuddering sobs, she controlled herself. She wiped her tears and held herself together. She would not let it happen. She could not accept it. Shewould not accept it. Schuyler felt a surge of excitement fill her veins. She could not let him do this to himself. Oliver had promised he would do his best to distract Mimi, and she was thankful for his efforts in securing her happiness. But this was something she had to do for herself and for her love. She had to save Jack, she had to save him from himself. His flight was leaving in a few minutes and without thinking she ran all the way to the airport. She would stop him, somehow. He was still alive, and she planned to keep it that way. Jack was standing at the tarmac, waiting to climb the stairs to the small plane that would take him first to Rome, then on to New York. Two black-clad venators were waiting for him from the plane's entryway and looked at her curiously, but he did not look surprised to see her suddenly appear at his side. "Schuyler…" He smiled. He did not ask what she was doing there. He already knew, but this time his smile was sad. "Don't go." She said. I cannot let you face your fate alone. We are bonded now. We will face it together. Your destiny is mine as well. We shall live or die together. There is no other way, she sent, letting him hear the words in his head. Jack began to shake his head and Schuyler said fiercely."Listen. We will find a way out of the Blood Trial. Come to Alexandria with me. If we are unsuccessful and you have to return to New York then I will share your fate. If you are destroyed, then so am I and my mother's legacy is meaningless. I will not leave you. Do not fear the future, we will face it together." She could see him weighing her words, and she held her breath. Her fate—their fate—and perhaps the fate of all the vampires—was in his hands now. She had made her case, she had fought for him, and it was his turn now, to fight for her. Jack Force had a dark destiny before him, but Schuyler Van Alen hoped—she prayed—she believed—that together they could change it. Six Months Later Chapter One: Paradiso They left Alexandria just as the masses arrived to escape the heat of Cairo. "We always seem to be going in the wrong direction," Schuyler said, watching the traffic crawl, inch by inch, on the opposing freeway. It was the middle of July and the sun was high in the sky. The air-conditioning in their rented sedan barely worked, and she had to place her palms right in front of the passenger-side grills just to cool down.
"Maybe it's the opposite. Maybe we're actually going in the right direction this time," Jack smiled, putting a little more gas on the pedal. In comparison to the hordes descending upon the beach city, the traffic leading into the capital was light, and for Egypt, they were practically cruising, if that was the correct way to describe the chaotic scene on the highway. The Alexandria Desert Road was notorious for fearsome bus crashes and fatal accidents, and it was clear to see why: cars sped wildly, bobbing in and out of lanes at whim, while massive trucks looked as if they would pitch and roll every time they swerved to attain the slightest advantage. Once in a while someone would hit a random speed bump, either a huge unmarked crater, or debris that had never been cleared, and traffic would screech to a halt without warning, causing a massive pile-up. Schuyler was thankful Jack was a good driver, he seemed to know instinctively when to speed up or slow down, and they weaved through the careening vehicles without a scratch or a near miss. At least they weren't driving at night, when cars didn't even have their headlights on since Egyptian drivers believed headlights burned through gas too quickly, and so made do without them. It was fine for vampires of course, but Schuyler always worried for the poor humans who were barreling through in the dark, driving blind, with no idea where they were or how many cars were around them. Six months she and Jack had spent in Alexandria, wandering through its picturesque cafes and airy museums. The city had been designed to rival Rome and Athens at their height, Cleopatra had made it the seat of her throne, and while there were a few traces of the ancient outpost still visible, a scattering of sphinxes, statues and obelisks, there was actually very little that remained of the ancient world in the bustling metropolis. When they first arrived, Schuyler had been filled with hope and buoyed by Jack's faith and presence, she was certain they would soon find what they sought. Florence had been a decoy, and Alexandria was the only other possibility regarding the true location of the Gate of Promise in her grandfather's files, which had documented Catherine of Siena's travels from Rome to the Red Sea. They had checked in to the Cecil Hotel, a favorite of Somerset Maugham's and one that had been popular during the British Colonial era. Schuyler had been charmed by the 1930s-style caged elevator and its splendid marble lobby, which oozed with Old Hollywood grandeur, she could imagine Marlene Dietrich swanning in with a dozen trunks, with a footman to carry her feather-trimmed hats alone. She began her search at the Bibliotecha Alexandrina, a nod to the great library that had been lost thousands of years ago (or so the Red Bloods thought as the library still existed in the Coven's Repository of History). Like the original institution, the grounds of the Bibliotecha sprawled to include acres of gardens, a planetarium and a conference center. A wealthy and secretive local matron had been instrumental in its foundation and Schuyler had been certain she had found Catherine at last. But when they visited the grand lady in her elegant salon overlooking the Eastern Harbor it was obvious from the beginning that she was human, and no Enmortal, as she was sick and dying, lying in a bed attached to a series of tubes.
As she and Jack had walked out of the elderly woman's room, Schuyler felt the first flicker of anxiety that she was letting down not only her beloved grandfather and her enigmatic mother, but also the boy she so dearly loved. So far finding the elusive gatekeeper was turning out to be a difficult—if not impossible—task. Jack did not say anything that day, nor had he ever voiced any regret at his actions. Back in Florence, at the airport, he had waylaid the venators and accepted her challenge, agreeing to her plan. She did not want to fail him. She'd promised him they would find a way out of the Blood Trial, a way for them to be together, and she would. Catherine of Siena would help them, if only Schuyler could find her. Their life in Egypt settled into a comfortable routine. Tired of hotel living, they rented a small house near the beach and concentrated on blending in as best they could. Most of their neighbors left the young good-looking foreigners alone. Perhaps they sensed the vampire strength behind their friendly smiles. In the mornings, Schuyler would comb the library, reading books on the Roman era when Catherine was first tasked with the charge of keeper, and matching it to the files from Lawrence's journal. Jack took on the footwork, using his Venator training to zero in on any clues to her whereabouts, walking the city, talking to the locals. Enmortals were charismatic and unforgettable beings—Lawrence Van Alen had been very popular during his exile in Venice, and Schuyler was betting that Catherine, or whatever she called herself these days, was the same: a charismatic personality whom no one could easily forget. In the late afternoons Jack would stop by the library and they would head to a café for lunch, sharing plates of mulukhiya stew over rice or spicy khoshary noodles and then return to their duties. They lived like locals, having dinner at midnight, sipping fragrant anise tea until the wee hours of the morning. Alex, as everyone called the city, was a resort town, and as spring arrived and a breeze blew in from the Mediterranean, buses and boatloads of tourists arrived to fill the hotels and beaches. Their six months together was sort of a honeymoon, Schuyler would realize later. A small slice of heaven, a brief and bright respite from the dark days that lay ahead. They were still young enough that they celebrated every month they were together, marking the time with little gestures, little gifts to each other: a small bracelet made of shells for her, a new first edition of Hemmingway for him. Every day that she was with Jack she knew she had made the right decision in keeping him by her side. If they could stay together, she could keep him safe. Even as their relationship grew stronger and deeper, and they began to ease into the comfort of daily bonded life, her heart still skipped a beat every time she saw him lying next to her. She would admire the silhouette of his back, the fine sculpture of his shoulder blades. Reflecting on their time in the city, she would wonder later if maybe somehow she had known what would happen, how it would end, as if no matter what happened in Egypt, whether she found Catherine or not, whether they were successful or not, she had known from the beginning that their time together would not last, that itcould not last and they were only lying to themselves and each other. So she tucked her memories away for safekeeping: they way he looked at her when he undressed her, as he slowly pulled down a silk camisole strap. His stare was voracious, and she would be sickened with desire, she wanted him so much, the bright fire she felt matched by the intensity of his gaze—just like the first time he had flirted with her in front of that nightclub in New York, and the dizzying rush of infatuation she'd experienced the first time they had danced together, the first time they had kissed, the first time they'd met for a covert tryst in his Mercer Street apartment.
The strong yet gentle way he held her when he performed the Caeremonia Osculor. In the days that would come, she would replay them in her mind, like photographs she would remove from her wallet and look at again and again, but in the present, at night when they lay together, his body warm next to hers, when she pressed her lips against his skin, it felt as if they would never be apart, that what she feared would never come to be. Maybe she was crazy to think it would last, that any of it—that their love, their joy together would hold, given the darkness that had been part of their union from the beginning—and later she would wish she had enjoyed it more, that she had spent less time poring through books, spending hours in the library alone, less time removing his arms from her waist, telling him to wait, or missing dinner so that she could go over the papers again and again, she would wish for one more night spent in a roadside café, holding hands under the table, one more morning sharing the newspaper. She would cherish the small moments of togetherness, the two of them sitting side by side in bed, just the simple touch of his hand on her knee sending shivers up her spine. She would remember Jack reading his books—lifting his eyeglasses—his vision had been bothering him lately, the sand and the pollution causing his eyes to water. If only they could stay in Alex forever—walking the gardens full of flowers, watching the hip crowds at San Stefano. Schuyler, who had been hopeless in the kitchen, enjoyed the ease of which a meal could be prepared, she had learned to put together a proper feast, buying pre-made platters of kobeba and sambousek, accompanied by tahini and tameya, chopped salads and roasted legs of lamb or veal, stuffed pigeon and fish sayadeya and chicken pane from the local market. Their life reminded a little of her year with Oliver, and she felt a small pang at that. Her dearest, sweetest friend. She wished there was a way to still retain their friendship, he had been so gallant at her bonding, but they had not exchanged a word since he left to return to New York. Oliver had told her a little of what was happening back home, and she worried about him, and hoped he was keeping himself safe now that she was not there to make sure he was doing so. She missed Bliss as well, and hoped her friend—hersister—would find a way to fulfill her part of their mother's destiny somehow. As the months passed, Schuyler worked every angle, made more wrong guesses and met more women who did not turn out to be Catherine. She and Jack did not talk about what would happen if they failed. And so the days slipped by, like sand through her fingers, grit in the air, and then it was summer. News trickled in slowly of the world they had left behind—that the covens were in chaos—reports of burnings and of mysterious attacks—and with Charles still missing and Allegra disappeared there was no one to lead the fight, no one knew what was to become of the vampires, and still she and Jack were no closer to finding the keeper. Before they left Florence they had ordered the Petruvian priests to keep MariElena safe, to let her carry her pregnancy to term. Ghedi had given them his word that the girl would not come to any harm under their care. She still did not believe what the Petruvians swore was true, that the Blue Bloods ordered the slaughter of innocent women and children in order to keep the bloodlines pure. There had to be another reason for it, something had gone wrong in the history of the world, and once they found Catherine they would find out the truth. But as the days dragged on and still they did not find the keeper or the gate Schuyler begun to feel discouraged and lethargic.
It did not help that it had been a long time since she had used her fangs, she had not taken a familiar since Oliver, and every day she felt less of her vampire self and more human, more vulnerable. Meanwhile Jack was growing thin and dark circles had formed under his eyes. She knew he was having trouble sleeping at night, he would toss and turn, murmuring under his breath. She began to worry that he thought she was a coward for asking him to stay. "No, you are wrong, it is a brave thing that you did, to stand up to your beloved." He'd said, reading her mind as usual. "You will find Catherine, I have faith in you." But finally Schuyler had to admit defeat—that she had read her grandfather's documents incorrectly. She had to accept that Alexandria was also another decoy, another red herring. They had walked the city's dark alleys and haunted its bright new mega malls, but had found nothing, and the trail was cold. They were as stumped as they had been in the beginning when they left New York. Their last night in the city Schuyler had studied the documents again, re-reading the section that had made her believe the elusive gate was located in Alexandria. "On the shore of the river of gold, the victor's city shall once again rise on the threshold of The Gate of Promise." Schuyler looked at Jack. "Hold on. I think I'm on to something." When she had first read the passage she had immediately thought of Alexander the Great, the conqueror of the ancient world, and she'd been certain that the gate was located in the city to which he had lent his name. But during her six months in the country, she had learned a little Arabic, and the answer was so clear she immediately berated herself for wasting so much time. "Cairo—Al-Qahira—literally translates to mean "victorious.'" The victorious city. The victor's city. She told Jack as her heart beat in excitement. "The gate is in Cairo." They left that morning.Chapter Two: Inferno Flying from New York to Cairo was a always a bit surreal, Mimi Force knew, sitting in her first-class seat and shaking the ice in her cocktail glass. For hours now they had been flying over endless desert—soft golden dunes of sand that went for miles, when suddenly an entire city rose from the dust, sprawling out in all directions, as immense and infinite as the nothing that had preceded it. The capital of Egypt was a golden brown metropolis of towering buildings jousting for space, standing shoulder to shoulder, stacked on top of each other like children's blocks, cut through by the green borders of the Nile. She did not have a propitious start to her journey. At customs she was annoyed to discover she had forgotten to procure a visitor's visa before she left and had to wait in line for the proper stamp before she could proceed. Mimi was not used to traveling alone, but she had agreed to let her human conduit—how odd that she now had one of those—arrive in the city ahead of time to make preparations while she took care of a few things back home. The immigration clerk took his time studying her visa application so by the time she was waved through passport control and had collected her baggage, the driver sent by the hotel had left to pick up another guest. Annoyed, Mimi strode out to the crowded streets and managed to hail a cab that had a working air-conditioner, a small victory that was soon negated by an argument with the cab driver about the fare all the way to the hotel. When they arrived at the plush grounds of the Mena House Oberoi, he was still arguing with her, so finally she had thrown her cash through the window and simply walked away.
When she told the hotel clerk what happened he gave a hearty laugh, as if amused by his countryman, and congratulated her on stumbling upon the only way to resolve such a dispute. "Normally, madam, we recommend you let us procure you a driver, as it is impossible to move around the city without one." He said with a smile. Mimi was tempted to snarl and throw something but she remembered she was supposed to be eighteen now, she was Regent of the Coven, and it would not do to stomp around the place like a spoiled teenager. Exhausted from the trip, she had fallen straight to bed, only to be awoken by the housekeeper who'd arrived to turn down the room and fluff the pillows. The maid was lucky she had brought chocolates. But now it was a new morning, a dazzling new day, and with the view of the pyramids glinting in the sun, she felt a fierce bright hope. Today was the day she was going to get Kingsley back. The witch would not lie to her, Mimi thought, as she brushed her hair in front of the vanity mirror until it shone like spun gold. "Helda made an exception once, and since then the Orpheus Amendment has stood. The same rules apply." Ingrid Beauchamp, the mousy librarian from North Hampton who could see the future, had told her, albeit reluctantly and only after humiliating groveling on Mimi's part, that there was indeed a way to release a soul from beyond the seventh circle of the Underworld. It was why Mimi had allowed herself to be dragged to the eyesore of the Hamptons last week to consult with Ingrid in the first place. The witch might have disliked her, might have thought the arrogant young vampire was nothing but an annoyance, but she would not have lied to her. Mimi was sure of that as she sat in her warm bed for just another minute longer. The past six months had not been easy and Mimi had barely held it together. The death of the Nephilim had done little to assuage the growing fear and instability in the Coven, the Elders were about to revolt, talk of dissolution and hiding underground was gaining more ground everyday, but the Lennox brothers' betrayal grated hardest of all. Instead of securing her traitorous brother as she had ordered them to do, they had disappeared into the ether, with only a lame excuse for their resignation—something about hunting down more of the demon-born with the venators from Shanghai, a noble enough cause surely. But orders were orders and insubordination was cause for an arrest warrant. Not that Mimi had any more venators to send after them, the few that were left were too busy protecting the rest of the Coven. News from every outpost was grim, vampires were being slaughtered in every corner of the world—a fire in London during a conclave meeting, more young ones found drained in Buenos Aires. The Silver Blood menace, far from being extinguished, had only grown. The Dark Prince remained trapped behind the Gates of Hell, but it seemed to make little difference as the covens, mired in fear and in-fighting, were in danger of self-destructing on their own. Lucifer had struck at the heart of the Blue Bloods when he sent his nemesis, the archangel Michael, to the white darkness that had claimed her own true love. As for Gabrielle, supposedly Allegra had woken up and had left the hospital, but her current whereabouts were unknown. Overwhelmed and overworked, Mimi decided that she could not do it alone. She wanted him back. She had nothing to live for otherwise, and only Kingsley Martin, of the cocky grin and the sexy drawl—could help her rebuild the covens and create a true haven for the vampires now that Michael and Allegra were nowhere to be found and her cowardly twin had absconded his duty in order to be with his half-human whore.
If Mimi believed the rumors, Jack had actually made that creature of Abomination his bride. His freaking bondmate. Not that Mimi felt any ounce of love for Jack anymore, but it was still humiliating to hear that he had actually gone through with it. Broken their bond and cast his lot with that freak. First Gabrielle had broken her bond to wed her human familiar, now Abbadon was doing the same…what was next? Did nothing matter anymore? What about the Code of the Vampires? Should they just toss that into the Black Fire as well? Were they to live like indulgent Red Bloods now, who made and broke their vows without a shred of thought or guilt? Perhaps they should just give in, forsake civilization and the old ways and live like barbarians. On Oliver's advice she had gone to Egypt in December to make her first attempt at breaking Kingsley out of Hell, secure that when she returned to New York Jack would be in chains. But the venators stationed in Italy had reported that Jack had slipped away from them in Florence, and they had no idea where he had gone. Mimi was surprised, as she had believed deep down, that Jack would return to face his crime on his own honor. He was no coward, and she was sure that at the very least he would respect the Code and defend himself at a Blood Trial. Obviously she was wrong. Perhaps she did not know him as well as she thought she did. Perhaps his new bride had made him soft, had allowed him the delusion that he might live a life of peace without any consequences for his actions. It didn't help that their first trip to Egypt had been a bust, and that Mimi had returned empty-handed. Her mother had convinced her to go back to school, so in May she had graduated from Duchesne, had accepted her crown of white flowers and had stood in the tiled courtyard in her tea-length white dress, gloves and satin shoes just like she had in other lifetimes. It was a farce, just like the rest of the Committee events, the old Blue Bloods clinging to their social calendar and their seasonal rituals as their world fell to pieces. Mimi never felt older in her life than she had that day. "The future is before you," the graduation speaker had told the assembly. "You are full of promise and have the ability to change the world." Blah, blah, blah. What a bunch of bull. The future was over. There was no future without the Coven, without the Code, without Kingsley. There had to be a way to get him back, and she spent all of her time trying to piece together why she had failed, what she lacked on her first unsuccessful attempt. At last, Oliver had come up with the brilliant idea to meet with one of the hidden witches after she'd told him all she knew about Hell and the goddess who ruled its realm. Ingrid, the witch they had found in the Hamptons, had told her what to do and what she needed, and the witch would not lie. Before leaving for Cairo again Mimi had given instructions to the remaining conclave to contact her should something incredibly stupid or terrible happen to them while she was away. They could not disband the Coven as she had taken the keys to the Repository with her, which unlocked the cycle files contained in the House of Records, along with the remaining sacred materials. The cowards could go underground sure, but they would leave knowing they had little hope of returning in a new cycle, and not everyone was strong enough to live as an Enmortal. Mimi walked outside her expansive balcony to get a closer look at the view of the three pyramids of Giza, grand and intimidating in the near distance. She had wanted to stay as close to them as possible. On a clear day one could see the Giza pyramids from many points in the city, they appeared as looming triangular shadows just beyond the skyline.
But here the pyramids were so close she felt as if she could almost reach them with her hand and she felt closer to Kingsley by just looking at them. It wouldn't be long now. She yawned, feeling fatigued from her arrival the day before, still sluggish from the jet lag, when the phone buzzed. She hit the speaker. "Breakfast on the terrace?" asked her conduit, Oliver Hazard-Perry. "I saw they have t'aamiyyas today." "Mmm. I like those fried little cakes." Mimi smiled. When Mimi walked to the buffet she found Oliver sitting in the table in front of the gardens facing the pyramids. He was wearing a linen safari jacket, a straw fedora, and desert boots. He stood when he saw her and pulled her chair. The hotel restaurant was crowded with affluent adventure-seeking tourists, Americans spreadingfuul, stewed chickpeas (a "breakfast chickpea" Mimi thought, amused) on crisp pita bread, English families consulting maps, groups of Germans laughing boisterously at pictures taken on their digital cameras. The usual general hum of self-satisfied smugness pervaded the ritzy hotel atmosphere. Mimi had learned it didn't matter what country she was in, all five-star hotel buffets were the same, with the same offerings of expensive cold cuts and delicate pastries along with the custom-omelet stand and a selection of "native" foods, catering to the same preening sector of the international bourgeoisie. She had traveled all over the world, and yet could never escape the denizens of the Upper East Side, from Mount Kilimanjaro to the Arctic Circle, the same privileged tribe could be found beached on the shores of the Maldives or scuba-diving in Palau. The world was flat all right, and best traversed in Jack Rogers flip-flops. "Don't you look like you just stepped out of an Agatha Christie novel," she told him, placing her napkin on her lap and nodding to the waiter to pour her a cup of their strong black coffee. "Planning my death on the Nile already?" Oliver asked with a smile. "Not yet." She growled. "Because I'd like to get a bite to eat first if that's all right with you." He nodded toward the sumptuous buffet. "Shall we?" They filled their plates and made their way back to their table. Mimi cast a skeptical eye at Oliver's plate, which towered precariously with stacks of eggs, strawberries, waffles, toast, pita, cheese, croissants and bagels. Boys were such food-shoveling machines, but maybe he had the right idea. Who knew when they would be able to get another meal? She tried to eat but could only pick at the tasty little morsels on her plate as she had butterflies in her stomach and had lost her appetite. No matter, before she left New York she had visited her current familiar and had "blood-loaded" for her trip, like a marathon runner filling up on carbohydrates the night before the race. "Pity we're not staying long," Oliver said, taking a hearty bite from a flaky biscuit. "I heard that at night there's some sort of laser light show at the pyramids, the concierge says it's 'narrated by the Sphinx'. Which begs the question, if the Sphinx could talk, what would it say?" "Amazing what Red Bloods will do to something so sacred. Is there no limit?" Mimi asked. "It could be worse. There could be a Sting concert like last time." Oliver reminded. Now that was truly a disaster, Mimi thought. When they had arrived in Cairo the first time, getting to the Gate hidden in the pyramids had been chaos, not only unbearably hot, trying to push through the crowds so they could get to the entrance, but all the while Sting was up there belting out those run-of-the-mill saggy middle-aged yoga melodies.
She shuddered at the memory. Rock stars should not age, they should die before they turned thirty or else disappear into their chateaus in Mustique, only to return with doorstop-sized tomes full of their heroin-fueled misadventures. "You could stay," Mimi offered, before she could change her mind. "I can go down alone, like before." She could find another way to fulfill the exchange, she thought. He didn't have to do this. Oliver was a bit of a prig, a bit of a stiff, but he was sweet and thoughtful and it had been his idea to visit the white witch, and thanks to him Mimi now knew exactly what she needed to get Kingsley out of the Underworld. This is your last chance, she thought. Oliver sopped up some egg with his toast. He had made a heroic effort and his plate was almost empty. "You said you needed someone to come down with you. And besides, it's not every day I get to visit Hell. Do I get a souvenir?" Mimi snorted. If only he knew. Oliver was the souvenir. There was something the witch had told her about her mission that she had kept from him all this time. The Orpheus Amendment demands a sacrifice in payment for the release of a soul. A soul for a soul. Oliver made it all too easy, Mimi thought. Truly, it was unfortunate to lose him just as she'd started to like him, just as they had become friends of a sort. Still, it had to be done. Human conduits lived to serve their vampire masters didn't they?Dobra, przepraszam, że tyle miejsca zajęłam, ale to są te rozdziały zamieszczone na Facebooku. Mam nadzieję, że nikt mnie za to nie zabije ;)Ala (KS&J<3)
Ogólnie nie chce mi się tego tłumaczyć, poczekam na książkę. Ale strasznie się cieszę, bo wyłapałam imię Kingsley'a. Normalnie skaczę z radości. Gorzej, jak tam pisało, że on nie żyje, ale to niech pozostanie słodką tajemnicą aż do następnej części xD
Ala (KS&J<3): Ale tego dużo! Ale dzięki!
Mam wrażenie, że ten blog umiera... :(Ala (KS&J<3)
do Ala (KS&J<3):też to czujesz? ;/
Prawie żadnych nowych postów... A blog Jaguara za to ma się świetnie :(Ala (KS&J<3)
Czyżby ten blog już się znudził adminowi? Nie można nas tak zostawiać, bo będziemy płakać ;(
Popieram Cię Konisiara :(
na blogu wydawnictwa Jaguar w nowej notce znalazł się fragment o BK:"O właśnie, szósty regularny tom wampirków planujemy wydać jesienią. Chwilowy problem mamy z tym, że wciąż nie dotarł do nas maszynopis powieści. Dojdzie, pójdzie do tłumaczenia, wydamy... Mam nadzieję, że czytelniczkom się jeszcze nie znudziło. I że tłumaczka nie zdzieli mnie czymś ciężkim, gdy będzie musiała rzucić kapitalne antyutopie Haddix i na powrót wgryźć się w świat, w którym Schuyler jest z Jackiem, ale nie może z nim być; Mimi kocha Kingsleya, ale Kingsley jest w piekle..."
Taaa... Okładka do polskiego wydania jest, a na oficjalnym blogu jej nie ma. Tak jak już mówiłam, Konisiara, chyba blog umiera, a bardzo mi szkoda, bo go lubiłam:( Adminie, proszę wróć do niego!!!!!A! I poprzedni Anonim to też ja, tylko zapomniałam się podpisać :)Ala (KS&J<3)
Czy na tym blogu nic się nie będzie działo???Ala(KS&J<3)
Hej. Mam pytanie. Czy Klucze do repozytorium to 6 część, czy tylko taka "dodatkowa"?Jeśli nie, to kiedy pojawi się 6 część?
"Klucze" nie są 6 częścią. Szósta część ma to "Zagubieni w czasie", tu masz wszystko: http://www.wydawnictwo-jaguar.pl/book.php?sr=blekitnokrwisci&bt=06-zagubieni-w-czasie&fr=k
http://www.wydawnictwo-jaguar.pl/book.php?sr=blekitnokrwisci&bt=06-zagubieni-w-czasie&fr=kna stronie wydawnictwa napisano, książka ukaże się w PAŹDZIERNIKU!!! nie mogę się doczekać ^^
Właśnie weszłam na stronę wydawnictwa jaguar, sprawdzić, którego października dokładnie ukarze się książka i zgadnijcie co widzę! Tylko nie pospadajcie z krzeseł... Cytuję "Data wydania: 2012". Że się tak wyrażę: WTF?! O co w tym wszystkim chodzi? Miało być w październiku, a teraz nagle w przyszłym roku? Może mi ktoś to wytłumaczyć?
Też ubolewam nad terminem wydania, ale z ilości książek, którymi się ostatnio zajmują może wynikać, że nie mają czasu? Poza tym, mam wrażenie, że Błękitnokrwiści zeszli na dalszy plan i wcale mnie to nie cieszy:(Ala (KS&J<3)
Kiedy wyjdzie kolejna cześć Błękitnokrwystych ?Boje się , że przegapiłam , albo , że nie wydadzą wcale. :(fanka Błękitnokrwistych
W przyszłym roku :(Ala (KS&J<3)
Szkoda :(Do tego czasu, może ożywimy trochę ten blog, skoro admin o nim zapomniał my możemy się nim trochę zająć. Co wy na to, fani BK? ;PNa początek może niech każdy napisze jakiego bohatera i bohaterkę lubi najbardziej i za co.Ja zacznę. Mimi i Kingsley. Oprócz tego, że ta para powinna być razem i mam nadzieję, że im się uda, nie są nudni, łamią prawo i nie użalają się nad sobą, jak np. Sky xDKingsley przypomina mi trochę Jace'a z Darów Anioła. Czytaliście? :)
Ja przeczytałam Dary Anioła i rzeczywiście Kingsley przypomina mi Jace`a, Kiedy czytałam Dziedzictwo nie mogłam się doczekać rozdziałów z udziałem jego i Mimi.Moimi ulubionymi bohaterami także są Kingsley i Mimi więc nie napiszę nic nowego;)
Dary Anioła (właściwie tylko pierwszą część) czytałam, ale Jace w żaden sposób nie przypomina mi Kingsleya. Moi ulubieni bohaterowie... Jack i Schyuler ;) Ostatnie części pokazały Mimi jako bardziej ludzką, także teraz szczególnie prawie nic do niej nie mam i chciałabym, żeby jej się udało z Kingsley'em. Chociaż z urywków, które czytałam, to... są marne szanse ;(Ala (KS&J<3)
Ala, możesz podać jakiś link do tych urywków? :)
Co jakiś czas pojawiały się na facebooku:https://www.facebook.com/authorMelissadelaCruzi:https://www.facebook.com/BlueBloodsDostawałam też fragmenty w newsletterze, ale obawiam się, że więcej nie będzie, bo książka już wydana w Stanach...Ala (KS&J<3)
Okey, dzięki :)Mam nadzieję, że u nas też wreszcie ją wydadzą... Ugh! Nie mogę się doczekać! Czemu przenieśli tę premierę i na kiedy dokładnie? 2012 to równie dobrze może oznaczać za równiutki rok! ;/
Hej! Bardzo fajny blog! Zapraszam też do siebie na www.krwiopijcy.blogspot.com...
Nie wiem dokładnie na kiedy :/ Niestety...Ala (KS&J<3)
http://wydawnictwo-jaguar.pl/book.php?sr=blekitnokrwisci&bt=06-zagubieni-w-czasie&fr=kTu tez jest tylko 2012 :(Ala (KS&J<3)
Tak, widziałam, że jest tylko podany rok... Kiedy admin się nami zainteresuje, może powie co nie co na ten temat... Taa... Kiedy się zainteresuje xD
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Wydawnictwo-Jaguar-SJ/190345480981886?sk=wall&filter=1Wpis z 27 września o 18:12 :(Ala (KS&J<3)
Dzięki, Ala. Właśnie przeczytałam i wpis i komentarze do niego. Hmm... Cóż mogę napisać? Sama nie wiem, może to, że przy okazji obejrzałam trailer do "Lost in time" i, pomimo że był krótki, zrobił na mnie wrażenie ;P
Trailer rzeczywiście fajny :D Ciekawe, że wydawnictwo nie wie nawet, co się dzieje z ich blogiem, który, nawiasem mówiąc, istniał na długo przed pojawieniem się tego drugiego...Ala (KS&J<3)
A może oni wiedzą, tylko nas obserwują xDTaa... Też uważam, że nie wiedzą ;P
Dobrze... To może teraz: Która z części Błękitnokrwistych jest Waszą ulubioną i dlaczego? :)Ala (KS&J<3)
Kurcze, ciężkie pytanie, Ala ;P Tak naprawdę całą serię czytałam tylko raz i nie zbyt dokładnie pamiętam, co było w której... ale może czwarta - "Dziedzictwo" z Kingsleyem ;P To było ciekawe, zresztą ogólnie, cały Kingsley był ciekawy... Okey, to zabrzmiało dość dziwnie xD Tak czy inaczej, Martin miał osobliwe poczucie humoru ;P
Hmm... Czytałam całą serię jakieś 3 razy ;) A z ulubionych tomów to chyba Objawienie, naprawdę świetna historia i dodatek Krwawe walentynki. W Dziedzictwie nie podoba mi się to, że Jack i Sky nie są razem ;D, za to końcówka jest fajna. No i jeszcze Zbłąkany Anioł :)Coś nam nie za bardzo wychodzi 'ożywianie' bloga...Ala (KS&J<3)
"Coś nam nie za bardzo wychodzi 'ożywianie' bloga..." Tak, też tak uważam. Może dlatego, że głównie piszą tylko dwie osoby? My! ;P
Kiedyś było nas więcej ;DAla (KS&J<3)
Myślisz, że jesteśmy jak dinozaury? O.oKurczę, ja nie chcę wyginąć! xD
Dinozaury... Ostatnie okazy pod ochroną ;P Może się nas boją? ;DAla (KS&J<3)
Myślisz, że się nas boją? Hmm... czy my jesteśmy aż takie straszne...? O.o ;DUPRZEJMIE APELUJĘ DO WSZYSTKICH BOJĄCYCH SIĘ NAS, ŻE ŻADNE Z NAS STRASZAKI!Może podziała xD
To ja też: NIE GRYZĘ! No... prawie :DAla (KS&J<3)
Cześć wszystkim ;)Jestem polka, ale mieszkam w Niemczech i bardzo mnie to wkurza. Sama jestem uzależniona od Bk ;) I mam trudne dojście do informacji na temat wydania "Lost in time" w Polsce! Mógłby mi ktoś podać datę wydania? Serdeczne Dzięki (:Karolina.*
Hej, Karolina! ;PFajnie, że dołączyłaś do naszej jakże burzliwej dyskusji xDA propos wydania "Lost in time" w Polce, to przed chwilą dosłownie przeczytałam na stronie Jaguara, że książka ma się ukazać w styczniu. Nie jestem do końca przekonana, ale na to liczę ;D
Oooo! To fajnie, że podali dokładniejszą datę. Karolina, ja też jestem uzależniona od tej serii :)Ala (KS&J<3)
Mi się tu podoba ;) Dopiero w styczniu? Przeciecz miało być wcześniej?! Zaczęłam czytać ją po angielsku ale nie za dużo rozumiem :/ :D Ala a kto by nie był? :D Karolina.*
Masz, rację, Karolina. Wciągająca jest. Ze trzy razy przeczytałam :DAla (KS&J<3)
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Cieszę się że będzie siedem części :)
Pomiędzy burzliwą debatą na jakże zatłoczonym blogu, chciałbym wtrącić zapytania a propos wydawnictwa Jaguar i pewnej serii przez nich wydawanej. Chodzi o "Klikę z San Francisco" lub jak kto woli "The Ashleys". Czytaliście? Nie wiecie, kiedy pojawi się 4, ostatnia część serii w Polsce? A może znalazłyście na internecie jakieś tłumaczenie? ;P
Była taka długa debata, aż tu nagle wszystko sie urwało w listopadzie ludzie jestem uzależniona od BK piszcie coś o nich a szczególnie o Kingsleyu kocham go on i jego poczucie humoru są SPOX C: Pozdrowionka dla wszystkich fanów BK.Patrycja
Tak, masz rację, Patrycja, Kingsley jest boski <3 Może już to pisałam, ale co tam, można powtórzyć: Też go kocham! xDPoza tym, jest genialny! ;P Liczę, że w nowej części Mimi uda się go odnaleźć i on WRÓCI! :)
CO!!!!???? ON ZAGINĄŁ?? Soryyy ale jeszczee nie zdążyłam przeczytać "ZBŁĄKANY ANIOŁ" bo tak sobie zrobiłam, że kupiłam najpierw anioła, a potem klucze ;P wiem jestem trochę zacofana ^^ ale w lipcu tego roku nawet nie wiedziałam, że BK istnieją.Proszę Konisiara nie pisz co było dalej bo jak przeczytałam, że Kingsley zaginął to mi serce stanęło.Patrycja <33KINGSLEY<33
P.S Wcześniej nie wiedziałam o co wam chodzi jak piszecie, że jest 7 części nie licząc kluczy ale teraz już wiem:TOM 1 "BŁĘKITNOKRWIŚCI", TOM 2 "MASKARADA", TOM 3 "OBJAWIENIE",TOM 4 "DZIEDZICTWO",+ DODATEK "KLUCZE DO REPOZYTORIUM",TOM 5 "ZBŁĄKANY ANIOŁ" + "KRWAWE WALENTYNKI"TOM 6 "ZAGUBIENI W C ZASIE"WSZYSTKO GRA? NIE POMYLIŁAM CZEGOŚ???Patrycja <33KINGSLEY<33
Tak, Patrycja, wszystko okey, obiecuję, że nie będę pisać, co się wydarzyło ;PAle skoro i tak wiesz, że Kingsley zaginął, to muszę ci napisać, że stało się to w "Dziedzictwie", a nie w "Zbłąkanym Aniele", także... Jesteś w trakcie 4części?
No niby czytałam ale nawet nie pamiętam za bardzo co się tam działo niedokładnie czytałam czy co? Nie wiem może z pośpiechu bo nie miałam czasu bo szkoła i takie tam chyba jeszcze raz przeczytam bo nie pamiętam żeby on zginął w Dziedzictwie ;PPatrycja <33Kingsley<33
Bardzzooo bardzo świetna jest książka "Zagubieni w czasie", szkodaa że muszę tyle czasu czekać na 7 część ej to tak ostatnia część ma być około jesień/zima 2012 roku tak... ?. Bardzo proszę napisać odpowiedź na moje gg: 26446762. Z góry dzięki < 3Gosia... : *
Czy wiadomo kiedy ukaże się siódmy tom serii "Błękitnokrwiści"?