Читаю вторую книгу той серии про трогательные отношения мальчика и монстролога, и у меня будет отдельный пост про это трехсотстраничный комок филинов, но вот этот отрывок сыграл на струнах моей души:
читать дальше"And now I shall guess you are indispensable to him."
She smiled at my startled expression.
"Oh, yes," she said. "I have little doubt he's told you that. He used to tell me the same thing, but that was a very long time ago. Do you love him, Will?"
The question rendered me speechless. Love—the monstumologist?
"I shouldn't ask that," she went on. "It is none of my business. I know he is all that you have. He was once the same to me. But a house cannot be built upon sand, Will. Does that make any sense to you? Do you know what I mean?"
I shook my head slowly. I did not.
"It used to comfort me to think he was incapable of love—that in no way should I take what happened between us personally. But I think I understand now. It isn't love he lacks—he loves more fiercely than any other man I have ever known—it is courage."Но мы тут с филинами просто горим.
Был момент, где они заблудились в лесу, и там как всегда чернуха, страх, но посреди всего этого Пеллинор согревал руки Уилла дыханием, а потом уткнулся ему носом в шею, и я прям ОЧЕНЬ СТАРАЮСЬ не шипперить.