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1 iulie 2012

Campanie de publicare "The Premonition Series" de Amy A. Bartol

Blogul Cărţi Cu Colţi a iniţiat campania de publicare a unei serii magnifice scrisă de autoarea Amy A. Bartol, şi anume The Premonition Series. Vă rog să votaţi la poll-ul din dreapta dacă doriţi sau nu ca această serie să apară la editura Leda. Iată aici descrierea celor trei volume, luată de pe blogul fetelor. Apropo, coperţile sunt superbe!




Inescapable (The Premonition Series #1)


My name is Evie Claremont and this was to be the making of me--my freshman year of college. I had been hoping that once I had arrived on Crestwood's campus, the nightmare that I've been having would go away. It hasn't.

I may be an inexperienced seventeen-year-old, but I'm grounded...sane. Since meeting sophomore Reed Wellington, however, nothing makes any sense. Whenever he is near, I feel an attraction to him--a magnetic kind of force pulling me towards him. I know what you're thinking...that sounds fairly awesome. Yeah, it would--if he liked me, but Reed acts as if I'm the worst thing that's ever happened to Crestwood...or him. But, get this, for some reason every time I turn around he's there, barging into my life.

What is the secret he is keeping from me? I'm hoping that it is anything but what I expect: that he is not exactly normal...and neither am I. So maybe Crestwood won't be the making of me, but it could be the breaking of me. I have been left to wonder if the dark future my dream is foretelling is...inescapable.

Descriere in romana:

Numele meu este Evie Claremont si asta ar fi trebuit sa fie crearea mea -- primul meu an de la colegiu. Am sperat ca odata ce voi ajunge in campusul universitatii Crestwood, cosmarul pe care il tot am se va risipi. Nu s-a risipit.

Sunt eu o neexperimentata fata de 17 ani, dar sunt linistita... inteleapta. Insa de cand l-am cunoscut pe studentul din anul 2 Reed Wellington, nimic nu mai are sens. De fiecare data cand e aproape, simt o atractie catre el -- un fel de forta magnetica care ma trage spre el. Stiu ce ganditi... asta suna destul de minunat. Mda, ar fi -- daca m-ar placea, insa Reed se poarta de parca as fi cel mai rau lucru care i s-a intamplat universitatii Crestwood... sau lui. Dar, fiti atenti, pentru un anume motiv, de fiecare data cand ma intorc el este acolo, bagandu-se in viata mea.

Care e secretul pe care il ascunde de mine? Sper ca e orice altceva in afara de ce ma astept: ca el nu e chiar normal... si nici eu. Asa ca poate Crestwood nu va fi crearea mea, dar ar putea fi spargerea mea. Am fost lasata sa ma intreb daca viitorul intunecat pe care visul meu il prevesteste e... inevitabil.

Intuition (The Premonition Series #2)


English Description:
I don’t open my eyes so I can’t see him, but I can smell him. He thickens the air I breathe, choking me with his scent…his aroma. I shiver. I have to resist. If I’m not strong, then I will be relegated to the same fate as this predator whose sickness infects me even now. But now, I crave him and he knows that; he has been counting on my need to end the gnawing pain. How he would savor my surrender. I’m alive, but how much longer will it take until I beg him not to be?

Descriere in romana:
Nu-mi deschid ochii ca sa nu-l vad, dar il pot mirosi. El ingroasa aerul pe care-l respir, inecandu-ma cu parfumul lui... aroma lui. Ma infior. Trebuie sa rezist. Daca nu sunt puternica, atunci voi fi indreptata catre aceasi soarta ca cea a acestui pradator a carui boala ma infecteaza chiar si acum. Dar acum tanjesc dupa el, iar el stie asta; se bazeaza pe nevoia mea ca sa termine durerea chinuitoare. Cum ar savura predarea mea. Sunt in viata, dar de cat timp va mai fi nevoie pana il voi implora sa nu mai fiu?
Indebted (The Premonition Series #3)

English Description:
I hang my head in sorrow for just a moment when I know I am truly alone. I feel like I’m going to my execution, just as he had said. Then I move forward again. I hop a fence of fieldstone and cross a field dotted with Queen Anne’s lace. Goose bumps rise on my arms as I pass the cluster of windmills that I have seen in a dream. The scent is sweet in the field though, not the scent of heat, like it had been when it was forced upon me in visions. I gaze down the hill, beyond the small, whitewashed house that I knew would be there. The church looms dark and grim with its rough-hewn, timber façade, capped by tall, oblong spires reaching to the sky. Black, ominous clouds have collected above the roofline, as if Heaven is showing me the way.

Descriere in romana:
Imi atarn capul in durere doar pentru un moment atunci cand stiu ca sunt cu adevarat singura. Ma simt de parca ma indrept catre propria executie, precum a spus el. Apoi ma misc din nou inainte. Sar peste un gard din piatra si traversez un camp puctat cu florile Queen Anne's lace. Pielea de pe maini mi se face ca de gaina atunci cand trec pe langa multimea de mori de vant pe care le-am vazut intr-un vis. Insa mirosul de pe camp este dulce, nu mirosul arsitei, ca acela care a fost fortat catre mine in viziuni. Ma holbez in josul dealului, dupa casa alba, mica care stiam ca va fi acolo. Biserica contureaza intuneric si asprime cu fatada ei de cherestea, cioplita, acoperita de inalte si alungite clopotnite care ajung pana la cer. Nori negri, amenintatori, s-au adunat deasupra acoperisului, ca si cum Raiul imi arata calea.  

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