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~moon-pookah Mar 28, 2011
épp most olvastam el az "Alekszandra és a teremtés növendékeit", és hát ugye a borítója botrányos... azon gondolkoztam, vajon te milyet csinálnám hozzá :)
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`gaborcsigas Mar 28, 2011  Professional Interface Designer
:D nem tudom, de kedves gondolat, köszönöm! (azt sem tudom, miről szól ez a könyv, sajnos.)
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~moon-pookah Mar 28, 2011
Gyacsenkóék Vita Nostrája :) (lásd sfmag ;) ) de ha nem olvastad, ne nézz meg róla semmilyen leírást, csak ess neki... a fordítás hm-hm, de még így is megéri!
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`gaborcsigas Apr 5, 2011  Professional Interface Designer
Huh, hát, ha a kezembe kerül valahogy, akkor próbát teszek vele mindenképp - köszönöm az ajánlást! :nod: (Szégyen-gyalázat(?), de mostanság nem nagyon olvasom az SFMagot. Sem.)
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~moon-pookah Apr 7, 2011
én is kevesebbet olvasok mostanában... :/ bár épp most végeztem egy krimivel, amiben ugyan sajna az első perctől tudtam, ki a gyilkos, azért érdekes volt :) (mondjuk nem is egy szálon futott)
ha gondolod, szívesen kölcsönadom az Alekszandrát, csak még a párom nem olvasta.
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Forget their taste anytime...Forget their taste anytime soon

The angel enters the other angel's shrine bowing, its halo a faint autumn purple.

"Do you have a name?" it asks the other one sitting beside a window. "I mean, right now."

"I don't. I don't need one right now. Do you?" the other one replies, not turning towards the door. Then it adds "You are welcome."

"Thank you. As for the name, yes I do have one. I was asked to pass it on to you, after making sure you don't have one already."

"I had quite a few recently. None now," nods the one still sitting. "Do speak it to me then."

The one in the door moves in, crossing the small, bright room. It casts shadows, and Forget their taste anytime... by `gaborcsigas
Night lights"No fire lasts forever" she said, the green of their summers withering in her eyes.
He turned away.
"I want you to promise me you'll return," he said. "If only to repeat everything, mistakes and all."
"Will you remember me?" she asked.
He lowered the torch to her funeral pyre.Night lights by `gaborcsigas
Personal Doomsday DevicePERSONAL DOOMSDAY DEVICE. What first appeared to be an upper set of prosthetic teeth (with one single, solid golden tooth: the maxillary  second premolar) manufactured in the Soviet Union turned out to contain a minuscule contraption. This device was designed to destroy, upon the cessation of its wearer's brain waves, the whole world by triggering, through broadcasting an amplified and encrypted signal, the launch of a  number of long range nuclear missiles from the arsenal of the nuclear superpower. Forensic odontology experts invited to examine the prosthesis using historical dental records Personal Doomsday Device by `gaborcsigas
Colder FeetColder feet

This is the guy who bloody stole my boots. See how dead he is? Gripping my boots like that, white knuckles, a face like a fist clenched by fear, his last moment. So unpleasant, it must've been, stealing my boots - my boots that I take back now and pull on. Right. It ain't easy, doing that, with my cloven feet and all. A fearful sight, I tell you. Yeah, nobody steals the old goat's boots off his feet and lives. Nobody.Colder Feet by `gaborcsigas
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