James Rollins · 369 pages
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“It was the monster of all winged dinosaurs, the pteranodon.”
“Dus ga je maar gauw inlezen, Einstein. We moeten zo veel mogelijk weten.'
'Wat ga jij dan doen?'
Kady keek om, één wenkbrauw opgetrokken, een vilein glimlachje om haar mond. 'Ik moet mijn sabel slijpen.”
“Ga daar de hoek om,' commandeerde Morgan Drummond. 'Snij af door het park. En waag het niet om die verrekte meter nog verder op te laten lopen.'
...
Kady greep naar haar heuptasje. 'Oom Edward, u mag wel even met mijn mobieltje bellen dat we te laat komen.'
'Maar we komen niet te laten,' zei Morgan en wendde zich tot de chauffeur. 'Of wel soms?”
“Je... je bent een meisje!'
...
'Ik ben niet zomaar een meisje,' zei ze. 'Ik ben de dochter van de Glorie van Ra, hij die als een reus over de wereld loopt: de farao Neferhotep, de glorieuze heerser van heel Deshret... Je zou trots moeten zijn,' zei ze, terwijl ze zich met een zwaai van haar gescheurde mantel omdraaide. 'Je bent nu de slaaf van prinses Nefertiti.”
“Nefertiti vouwde haar kap terug. Jake verwachtte dat ze rood zou zien van kwaadheid, maar ze was verdrietig, haar ogen vochtig van de ingehouden tranen. 'Denken jullie allemaal zo slecht over mij?'
...
Jake voelde een steek van medelijden voor Nefertiti. Ze was trots en eigenzinnig, maar in hoeverre was haar karakter aangetast door Kree? Hij herinnerde zich hoe ze in de woestijn was geweest: wild en vrij, bevrijd uit de schaduw van dat monster.”
“Het kwaad heeft niet meer nodig dan goede mensen die niets doen.'
'Inderdaad, goed gezegd.' Politor knikte naar Jake en richtte zijn blauwe ogen toen op Nefertiti. 'De mensen van Ka-Tor, wij allemaal, hebben net zo diep geslapen als uw vader.'
Nefertiti stond op, haar stem vol vuur. 'Dan is het tijd dat we allemaal wakker worden.”
“Kady!'
...
'Jake!' riep ze.
Toen rolde de golf over haar heen en veranderde haar in steen.”
“Pini Lupi... Pene Lope. - Jake”
“Goed dat er nog íémand is die weet hoe hij een koninklijk bevel moet opvolgen! - Nefertiti”
“jacket, linked the fingers of his hands together behind his neck, and, as he noticed the feeble ticking of his watch, suddenly realized that he had been escaping all his life, that life had been a constant escape, escape from meaninglessness into music, from music to guilt, from guilt and self-punishment into pure ratiocination, and finally escape from that too, that it was retreat after retreat, as if his guardian angel had, in his own peculiar fashion, been steering him to the antithesis of retreat, to an almost simple-minded acceptance of things as they were, at which point he understood that there was nothing to be understood, that if there was reason in the world it far transcended his own, and that therefore it was enough to notice and observe that which he actually possessed. And he really had ‘retreated into an almost simple-minded acceptance of things as they were’,”
“I’m going to eat you for dessert.’
‘Not here!’
‘Here, Katherine. That’s why I’m making room.’
‘People might come in…”
“...the amount of the universe a human can experience is statistically, like, zero percent. You’ve got this huge universe, trillions of trillions of miles of empty space between galaxies, and all a human can perceive is a little tunnel a few feet wide and a few feet
long in front of our eyes. So he says we don’t really live in the universe at all, we live inside our brains. All we can see is like a blurry little pinhole in a blindfold, and the rest is filled in by our imagination. So whatever we think of the world, whether you think the world is cruel or good or cold or hot or wet or dry or big or small, that comes entirely from inside your head and nowhere
else.”
“The things that make you special will give you all kinds of advantages in life, but they will also hold you back and expose your weaknesses.”
“He pushed her jacket off her shoulders. It was warm in the room now, and she was comfortable in her sleeveless top. He skimmed his hands down
her arms, and he drew her against him.
"I missed holding you."
"I m sure you haven t been lonely without me."
He stopped and pulled her back. "There hasn't been anyone since I was with you. Believe that. All I did after you left was play ball and brood a lot.”
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