Darkdawn (Albaoscura) The Nevernight Chronicle #3 (Crónicas de la Nuncanoche #3) de Jay Kristoff
Advertencia: esta saga contiene escenas sexuales y de asesinatos muy explícitas.
Puedes leer también: toda la saga y descubrimientos Celsius 232
Pues parece que alguno aún se le escapa, así que ahora toca darle el broche final a la aventura y descubrir y desenmarañar ciertos enredos que…. ¡ah no, que los lía más!
Publish date: Sep. 3, 2019
Argitalpen-eguna: 2019/03/25
Lenght/luzera: 491 pages/orrialde
Publisher/Argitaletxea: Thomas Dunne Books
Puede que tanta oscuridad y sangre y gore para leer de seguido me hayan hecho pisar el freno y he tardado más de lo que pensaba en devorarla. De todas formas, esto no ha implicado de ninguna manera que no la haya disfrutado.
Me encanta la forma de escribir de este hombre, la narrativa, la acción, el humor,… Me ha dibujado una sonrisa en pasajes en los que no lo esperaba.
Sé que ciertas personas me catalogarán como rara, pero como ya he mencionado varias veces, me encanta leer cosas bien escritas, cuidadas; dadas forma y mimadas hasta mostrar un resultado bello sobre el papel (o ebook, lo que prefieras).
Y en estas tres novelas, lo he conseguido. No me será posible anotar citas sin spoiler, así que las guardo para mí, en mi carpeta de tesoros a releer de vez en cuanto.
Gracias, Mr. Kristoff, por esta aventura llena de sangre y humor enrevesado, pero también repleta de amor, amistad y relaciones imposibles que son las que al final perduran.
Así como la tuya y la nuestra, porque alguien que pone tanto afán en su obra, es digno de ser seguido y podamos descubrir qué más puede sacar de su chistera.
En estas fechas, cuando está promocionando el final de su nueva trilogía, anoto con muchísimas ganas (aunque le daré algo de margen de tiempo) mi visita a su bibliografía.
Special quotes (beware of spoilers) — click to show.
- (…) waving at the cadre of legionaries, who were even now tromptromptromping toward them. Chap. 2. (He does that a lot, using an onomatopoeia as a verb. I love it).
- She looked to be around his age, her long gray hair bound in neat braids. (…) At first glance, a bystander might’ve expected to find her in a rocking chair beside a merry hearth, a handful of grandsprogs around her (…). But Mercurio knew better. Chap. 3.
- He could still see her beauty beneath the scars of time. Chap. 3.
- He’d have laughed if you’d told him he needed her as much as she needed him. He’d have cut your throat… Chap. 3.
- “I swear by all that’s holy, if you tell me she dwells in the temple of my heart, we’re going to find out if folk can return from the dead twice.” Chap. 3.
- “That threat was supposed to be rhetorical, old man.” Chap. 3.
- “Nevernight,” he muttered. “Stupid name for a book.” Chap. 3.
- “It has footnotes? What kind of wanker writes a novel with footnotes?”. Chap. 3. 🤣
- She was a child, beneath a sky as gray as goodbye. Chap. 9.
- Black curls dusted with just the faintest hints of gray at his temples. Chap 9.
- RUN, YOU FOOLS…!” Chap. 11. 🥰
- “Eclipse, could you keep an eye on him?” Mia murmured. “… AS ONLY THE EYELESS CAN…” Chap. 12. 🧙🏼♂️
- Fair is a fairy tale. Nothing’s claimed by those who don’t want it, and nothing’s kept by those who won’t fight for it. So let’s fight. Chap. 16.
- “Like a shot from a crossbow, it was”. Chap. 18.
- (…) louder that the storm winds. Chap. 18 (feels like I’m there too).
- (…) but now, nature had reclaimed the ascent and was infiltrating the building itself, prying apart stonework and tumbling walls like no warrior of the Magnus Kings ever could.
- Vipers always turn upon each other when they have no rats to eat. Chap. 22.
- “A librarian’s work is never done,” he muttered. Chap. 22. (Doy fe).
- Fear was Can’t. Fear was Won’t. But fear wasn’t ever a choice. To never fear was to never hope. Never love. Never live. To never fear the dark was to never smile as the dawn kissed your face. (…). Chap. 40.
- “Dress code?” (…) “Iron is in fashion this season…” Chap. 42.
- But there was a wrongness (…) set every trembling note played by the orchestra above just a fraction off-key. Chap. 43.
- “You know, I’ve never understood that!” BigJon called, “I mean, women squeeze babies out of those things, why are they considered–”. So true.
- We are not made more by the stories we read, but by the stories we share. Chap. Dicta ultima.
- But to live in the hearts of those we leave behind is to never die. And to burn in the memories of our friends is to never say goodbye. Chap. Dicta ultima.
Puntuazioa/Puntuación/Rating: ★★★★☆
