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Fisher shoved his bodybetween

Le 25 août 2017, 06:18 dans Humeurs 0

Ann was like a circus strongman who fights the toughest guy in any town: she won on roads andtrails … on smooth tracks and scrabbly mountains … in America, Europe, and Africa. Shesmashed world records at 50 miles, 100 kilometers, and 100 miles, and set ten more world bests onboth track and road. She qualified for the Olympic Marathon Trials, ran 6:44 a mile for 62 miles towin the World Ultra Title, and then won Western States and Leadville in the same month.

But one prize kept slipping out of her fingers: for years, Ann could never win a major ultraoutright. She’d beaten every man and woman in the field in plenty of smaller races, but when itcame to the top showdowns, at least one man had always beaten her by a few minutes.

No more. By 1994, she knew her time had come.
Chapter 12
THE WEIRDNESS STARTED as soon as Rick Fisher’s dusty Chevy rolled to a stop outsideLeadville race headquarters and two guys in white wizard capes stepped out.

“Hey!” Ken Chlouber called as he came outside to greet them. “The speed demons are here!” Kenstuck out his hand and tried to remember the phonetics for “welcome” that the Spanish teacherover at the high school had taught him.

“Uh … Bee en benny—,” he began.

One of the guys in the capes smiled and put out his hand. Suddenly,  them.

“No!” Fisher said. “You must not touch them in a controlling way, or you’ll pay. In their culturethat’s considered criminal assault.”

What the—Ken could feel the blood swelling in his head. You want to see some criminal assault,buddy? Try grabbing my arm again. Fisher sure as hell never had a handshake problem when hewas begging Ken to find his guys free housing. So what, now he’s got a winner and a pocketful ofRockport sponsorship money and everyone’s supposed to treat them like royalty? Ken was readyto drive a steel toe up Fisher’s tail, but then he thought of something that made him exhale, relax,and chalk it up to nerves.

out into the streets

Le 3 août 2017, 06:36 dans Humeurs 0

 

“Your father had no part in that.”  That much was true, at least. “Castle Black teems with murderers, thieves and rapists,” Tyrion said, “but I don’t recall meeting many regicides while I was there. You expect me to believe that if I admit to being a kinslayer and kingslayer, my father will simply nod, forgive me, and pack me off to the Wall with some warm woolen smallclothes.” He hooted rudely.  “Naught was said of forgiveness,” Ser Kevan said sternly. “A confession would put this matter to rest. It is for that reason your father sends me with this offer.”  “Thank him kindly for me, Uncle,” said Tyrion, “but tell him I am not presently in a confessing mood.”  “Were I you, I’d change my mood. Your sister wants your head, and Lord Tyrell at least is inclined to give it to her.”  “So one of my judges has already condemned me, without hearing a word in my defense?” It was no more than he expected. “Will I still be allowed to speak and present witnesses?”  “You have no witnesses,” his uncle reminded him. “Tyrion, if you are guilty of this enormity, the Wall is a kinder fate than you deserve. And if you are blameless... there is fighting in the north, I know, but even so it will be a safer place for you than King’s Landing, whatever the outcome of this trial. The mob is convinced of your guilt. Were ould tear you limb from limb jobs in china for foreigners.” 

“I can see how much that prospect upsets you.”  “You are my brother’s son.”  “You might remind him of that.”  “Do you think he would allow you to take the black if you were not his own blood, and Joanna’s? Tywin seems a hard man to you, I know, but he is no harder than he’s had to be. Our own father was gentle and amiable, but so weak his bannermen mocked him in their cups. Some saw fit to defy him openly. Other lords borrowed our gold and never troubled to repay it. At court they japed of toothless lions. Even his mistress stole from him Hong Kong events .

A woman scarcely one step above a whore, and she helped herself to my mother’s jewels! It fell to Tywin to restore House Lannister to its proper place just as it fell to him to rule this realm, when he was no more than twenty. He bore that heavy burden for twenty years, and all it earned him was a mad king’s envy. Instead of the honor he deserved, he was made to suffer slights beyond count, yet he gave the Seven Kingdoms peace, plenty, and justice. He is a just man. You would be wise to trust him.”  Tyrion blinked in astonishment. Ser Kevan had always been solid, stolid, pragmatic; he had never heard him speak with such fervor before. “You love deployment systemhim.”  “He is my brother.”

sealed it had been black

Le 20 juillet 2017, 05:58 dans Humeurs 0

“Edric, you ought not boast,” Maester Pylos said. “King Robert suffered defeats like any other man. Lord Tyrell sightseeing bus tourbested him at Ashford, and he lost many a tourney tilt as well.”  “He won more than he lost, though. And he killed Prince Rhaegar on the Trident.”  “That he did,” the maester agreed. “But now I must give my attention to Lord Davos, who has waited so patiently. We will read more of King Daeron’s Conquest of Dorne on the morrow.”  Princess Shireen and the boys said their farewells courteously. When they had taken their leaves, Maester Pylos moved closer to Davos. “My lord, perhaps you would like to try a bit of Conquest of Dorne as well?” He slid the slender leather-bound book across the table. “King Daeron wrote with an elegant simplicity, and his history is rich with blood, battle, and bravery. Your son is quite engrossed.”  “My son is not quite twelve. I am the King’s Hand. Give me another letter, if you would.”  “As you wish, my lord.” Maester Pylos rummaged about his table, unrolling and then discarding various scraps of parchment. “There are no new letters. Perhaps an old one...”  Davos enjoyed a good story as well as any man, but Stannis had not named him Hand for his enjoyment, he felt. His first duty was to help his king rule, and for that he must needs understand the words the ravens brought. The best way dermes hkto learn a thing was to do it, he had found; sails or scrolls, it made no matter.  “This might serve our purpose.” Pylos passed him a letter.  Davos flattened down the little square of crinkled parchment and squinted at the tiny crabbed letters. Reading was hard on the eyes, that much he had learned early. Sometimes he wondered if the Citadel offered a champion’s purse to the maester who wrote the smallest hand. Pylos had laughed at the notion, but...  “To the... five kings,” read Davos, hesitating briefly over five, which he did not often see written out. “The king... be... the king... beware?  “Beyond,” the maester corrected.  Davos grimaced almo nature.

“The King beyond the Wall comes... comes south. He leads a... a... fast...”  “Vast.”  “... a vast host of wil... wild... wildlings. Lord M... Mmmor... Mormont sent a... raven from the... ha... ha...”  “Haunted. The haunted forest.” Pylos underlined the words with the point of his finger.  “... the haunted forest. He is... under a... attack? 

“Yes.”  Pleased, he plowed onward. “Oth... other birds have come since, with no words. We... fear... Mormont slain with all... with all his... stench... no, strength. We fear Mormont slain with all his strength...” Davos suddenly realized just what he was reading. He turned the letter over, and saw that the wax that had . “This is from the Night’s Watch. Maester, has King Stannis seen this letter?”  “I brought it to Lord Alester when it first arrived. He was the Hand then. I believed he discussed it with the queen. When I asked him if he wished to send a reply, he told me not to be a fool.

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