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[?]The Vulgar Tongue » 🤖 🌐
@TheVulgarTongue@zirk.us

TO HOOP. To beat. I'll well hoop his or her barrel, I'll beat him or her soundly.

A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

--
@histodons

Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot):

TO HOOP. To beat. I'll well hoop his or her barrel, I'll beat him or her soundly.

A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

Alt...Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot): TO HOOP. To beat. I'll well hoop his or her barrel, I'll beat him or her soundly. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

    [?]Professional Moron » 🌐
    @professionalmoron.com@professionalmoron.com

    Book of da Month: The Last Quarter of the Moon by Chi Zijian 🦌

    This is a 2005 novel by Chinese writer Chi Zijian. The Last Quarter of the Moon (额尔古纳河右岸) follows the life of a 90-year-old woman telling the story of a nomadic Evenki clan in Heilongjiang, northeast China. The work was translated into English for the first time in 2013 by Bruce Humes.

    It’s a slow read with a narrative that mulls over every finer detail. If you can deal with its pacing then this will be a fascinating time of it, one that reveals an ancient way of life clashing with an unexpectedly modern setting.

    90 Years of Observation in The Last Quarter of the Moon

    “A long-time confidante of the rain and snow, I am ninety years old. The rain and snow have weathered me, and I too have weathered them.”

    One of the key things with this book is the unsure sense of time. Reading the opening 50 pages, you’d think it’s set 300 years ago or some such. It’s only when you get into the second Part Two: Mid-Day that Chi Zijian drops a few contemporary notes.

    It’s the 1930s and the Japanese invade China, then the Chinese go to war with Russia, and all the while the unnamed narrator provides details of her life well lived. And she has a lyrical, mystical way with words.

    “I’m not a woman who excels at storytelling, but at this moment as I listen to the swishing of the rain and watch the dancing flames, I long for someone with whom to speak … Then let the rain and the fire listen to my tale. For I know these, like human beings, have ears too.”

    The book is written from the perspective of circa 2000, the lady now having reached age 90. But everything she writes of, with the often primitive lifestyle of the Evenki people, harks back to ages gone. It’s an interesting offset, yet it does cover familiar cultural territory.

    The decline of an indigenous way of life is something we’ve seen quite a lot of (think of the 1988 novel Dances With Wolves and its subsequent film adaptation).

    Where The Last Quarter of the Moon differs is with its pacing. There are intricate details about the Evenki way of life, often focussing on how they lived off the land, but with particular emphasis on their sacred bond to the natural world (particularly with the local reindeer).

    The heavy toll of globalisation is made clear. The secluded world of the Evenki people ends in the 1930s when Japan invades China and they’re dragged into it all, through which they attempt to maintain their close bonds as a nomadic clan. At one with nature, living off the land.

    “We were unable to leave this river. We always treated it as our centre, living alongside its main tributaries. If the Argun is the palm of a hand, then its tributaries are five open fingers. They extend in different directions, illuminating our lives like flashes of lightning.”

    The Last Quarter of the Moon is an insight into a disappearing way of life. Yet it is very meticulous in its focus on the Evenki people, to the point where we should think many readers will tire of the repetition. There are only so many times you want to re-read what they do with the reindeer and how much they rely on them.

    The work is spread across only 300 pages, so if you’re willing to commit to that the pay off may feel profound. But it is a literary plodding way to get there, even if we must note Bruce Humes’ translation as a cosmic wonder. To make the story feel convincing for western readers took some real skill and passion.

    A Bit About Chi Zijian

    There’s a documentary above about Zijian that explores her family lineage. She was born in Mohe County, Heilongjiang, back in February 1964. She’s had novels published as early as 1991.

    The Last Quarter of the Moon won Chi Zijian the Mao Dun Literary Prize in 2008. The award is based on the noted Chinese writer Mao Don (obviously) and is sponsored by the Chinese Writers Association.

    More recently, she’s been actively involved in politics. She was a member of the Chinese People’s Political Consultative Conference (CPPCC) and in 2020 became a vice-chairwoman of the Heilongjiang province. Her most recent novel launched in the same year as Smoke Fire Sweeps Through (烟火漫卷).

    She’s had 12 novels published in total, but is likely a relative unknown to many readers in the west. She certainly was to us until we spotted this book on a Waterstones shelf a few months ago. We gave it a whirl and we’re glad we did, whilst the story can falter a little at times she certainly has a poetic, lyrical way with words.

      [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
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      I Am Sorry to Think I Have Raised a Timid Son by Kent Russell

      For all Russells everywhere.

      Alt...For all Russells everywhere.

        [?]EveryLibrary » 🌐
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        More Americans need to learn about the benefits of libraries, so help spread the word.
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          [?]RJT » 🌐
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          @astralcomputing@bookstodon.com

          Weird Tales vol 15 number 05 (May 1930) - featured story: The Brain-Thief by Seabury Quinn.




          @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

          astralcomputing.com

          Cover art by C. C. Senf.

          Weird Tales vol 15 number 05 (May 1930) - featured story: The Brain-Thief by Seabury Quinn. Cover art by C. C. Senf.

The Unique Magazine, Edmond Hamilton, Everil Worrell, Clark Ashton Smith, Paul Ernst, G.G. Pendarves, R.C. Sandison, Earl Leaston Bell, 25¢

A man leans forward over a woman while holding a needle. Behind him a hand holding a curved knife appears coming out of the drapes from a hidden assailant. In the lower left foreground, a woman with short wavy blonde hair looks back over her shoulder toward the man, her hands clutching the thick dark fur trim of her off-the-shoulder white dress at her chest. Behind her in the midground, a man wearing a white headwrap and a dark jacket leans toward her, in one hand a small needle. The background consists of dark, shadowy drapery or cave walls in shades of black and dark brown. The color palette of the scene includes red, white, black, tan, and dark brown.

          Alt...Weird Tales vol 15 number 05 (May 1930) - featured story: The Brain-Thief by Seabury Quinn. Cover art by C. C. Senf. The Unique Magazine, Edmond Hamilton, Everil Worrell, Clark Ashton Smith, Paul Ernst, G.G. Pendarves, R.C. Sandison, Earl Leaston Bell, 25¢ A man leans forward over a woman while holding a needle. Behind him a hand holding a curved knife appears coming out of the drapes from a hidden assailant. In the lower left foreground, a woman with short wavy blonde hair looks back over her shoulder toward the man, her hands clutching the thick dark fur trim of her off-the-shoulder white dress at her chest. Behind her in the midground, a man wearing a white headwrap and a dark jacket leans toward her, in one hand a small needle. The background consists of dark, shadowy drapery or cave walls in shades of black and dark brown. The color palette of the scene includes red, white, black, tan, and dark brown.

            [?]Whisper7 » 🌐
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            [?]Bevan Thomas » 🌐
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            [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
            @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

            The Abors, of Burma, have great faith in pig's liver as an oracle. Colonel Dalton, of the English East Indian service, says that, finding that some members of the tribe desired to ascertain by this test the reason of his visiting them, he suggested that a simple plan would be to judge by his words and looks; to which they retorted that the words and faces of…

            — Fernand Lagrange
            palimpseste.vercel.app/#text/4

              [?]Bevan Thomas » 🌐
              @bevanthomas@mstdn.ca

              "By day the bat is cousin to the mouse.
              He likes the attic of an aging house.
              His fingers make a hat about his head.
              His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead.
              He loops in crazy figures half the night
              Among the trees that face the corner light.
              But when he brushes up against a screen,
              We are afraid of what our eyes have seen:
              For something is amiss or out of place
              When mice with wings can wear a human face."
              - Theodore Roethke, "The Bat"

              Close-up of a vampire bat's face by Minden Pictures

              Alt...Close-up of a vampire bat's face by Minden Pictures

                [?]RJT » 🌐
                @many@subconscioussignature.earth

                [?]RJT » 🌐
                @many@subconscioussignature.earth

                [?]RJT » 🌐
                @many@subconscioussignature.earth

                [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
                @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

                Race Matters by Cornel West

                To my wonderful son Clifton Louis West
who combats daily the hidden injuries of race
with the most potent of weapons—
love of self and others

                Alt...To my wonderful son Clifton Louis West who combats daily the hidden injuries of race with the most potent of weapons— love of self and others

                  [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
                  @CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

                  "Generals are, as a matter of course, allowed to be far more idiotic than ordinary human beings are permitted to be."

                    [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                    @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                    I pulled all my mother’s expectations
                    with me, like a child’s kite, giddy with stir
                    of spring…

                    —Lynn Valentine, “St Kilda Crossing”
                    from DON’T. EVEN. ASK. TOO. HOT.: New Writing Scotland 42 (ASL, 2024)

                    Today, 29 August, marks the 96th anniversary of the final evacuation of St Kilda.

                    asls.org.uk/publications/books

                    ST KILDA CROSSING
by Lynn Valentine

I pulled all my mother’s expectations
with me, like a child’s kite, giddy with stir
of spring. Because she was cancer-cracked
I turned tourist by proxy, crouched into cleits
looking for leavings of last century.

I photographed fawn smallness of Soays
felt the crash of wind-whipped stacs,
my pockets salt-filled. I leant
on those islands as my mother leant on me,
filled my lungs with their breeze
and leaping green language of sea.

I tried to hold my breath for days,
took it back to my mother, exhaled
island air on her weakened frame –
whispered broken stories of birds and rain.

                    Alt...ST KILDA CROSSING by Lynn Valentine I pulled all my mother’s expectations with me, like a child’s kite, giddy with stir of spring. Because she was cancer-cracked I turned tourist by proxy, crouched into cleits looking for leavings of last century. I photographed fawn smallness of Soays felt the crash of wind-whipped stacs, my pockets salt-filled. I leant on those islands as my mother leant on me, filled my lungs with their breeze and leaping green language of sea. I tried to hold my breath for days, took it back to my mother, exhaled island air on her weakened frame – whispered broken stories of birds and rain.

                      [?]My Tolkien Life » 🌐
                      @blog@mytolkienlife.xenite.org

                      Fast And Furious Food

                      For screen readers [ Click to expand ] A seven-panel comic in a cute Japanese chibi manga style follows Lily through a bizarre dream. The first six panels are arranged in two columns, with a final double-wide panel stretching across the bottom. Most of the dream takes place at the drive-thru window of a stone building with a wooden sign above it reading "Food to go." Lily leans out of the serving window as increasingly unusual customers arrive. The dream becomes stranger with each order […] [SENSITIVE CONTENT]

                      To dine on the finest food is an adventure.

                      For screen readers

                      Fast And Furious Food

                      Alt...Fast And Furious Food

                      [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                      @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                      Alasdair Roberts & Robin Robertson – Leaving St Kilda

                      At last we turn away, and see them
                      leading us: bow-riding dolphins,
                      our grey familiars,
                      and thirty gannets in a line
                      drawing straight from Boreray:
                      a gannet guard
                      for this far passage,
                      for the leaving of St Kilda.

                      A collaboration between folk musician Alasdair Roberts & poet Robin Robertson, from their album Hirta Songs.

                      youtube.com/watch?v=h2RUTp8vlkU

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                        [?]JenJen :heart_sp_pan: » 🌐
                        @JenJen@mastodon.art

                        A mention of a book by gran from her school years sent me down another rabbit-hole which made me stumble across this website that collects all of them totally for free (many are in the public domain now)

                        runeberg.org

                        "Project Runeberg is a volunteer effort to create free electronic editions of classic Nordic (Scandinavian) literature and make them openly available over the Internet."

                        very pretty painted cover for a Swedish school book - showing the traditional timber houses and flowers.

                        Alt...very pretty painted cover for a Swedish school book - showing the traditional timber houses and flowers.

                        another very pretty painted cover for a Swedish school book - showing the traditional timber houses and flowers, but in different colours

                        Alt...another very pretty painted cover for a Swedish school book - showing the traditional timber houses and flowers, but in different colours

                          [?]RJT » 🌐
                          @many@subconscioussignature.earth

                          [?]EveryLibrary » 🌐
                          @everylibrary@mastodon.social

                          We’re here to support libraries. Take action at action.everylibrary.org.

                            [?]Waywords Studio » 🌐
                            @WaywordsStudio@mastodon.social

                            𝗪𝗮𝘆𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲𝗿: "𝗧𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗧𝗮𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗶" 𝗯𝘆 𝗟𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗕𝗲𝗿𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻 -

                            3-Word Review:

                            - Idyllic
                            - Claustrophobic
                            - Scathing

                            Frictional Posture:

                            - Almost a century later, how might its criticisms be revised?

                              [?]Hysterical woman writing code [She, her, hers / Hun, henne, hennes / Ella] » 🌐
                              @RosaCtrl@social.vivaldi.net

                              What’s a novel that if published today for the first time ever you would think it is slop? I’m gonna pick Infinite jest

                                [?]Stan Carey » 🌐
                                @stancarey@mastodon.ie

                                "He was perhaps less a political radical than a bohemian individualist, resentful of authority and restive with institutional restraints."

                                Terry Eagleton on the politics of James Joyce: lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v48/n13/te

                                  [?]KillBait » 🤖 🌐
                                  @killbait@mastodon.social

                                  [?]Vaso Papa » 🌐
                                  @vasopapa@mastodon.social

                                  [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
                                  @fictograma@mastodon.social

                                  El corte de Kaelen se cierra bajo la luz azul de Lyra.
                                  Más abajo, el calor de la vieja fundición y los ojos de Rask: la pieza hexagonal existió… y la vendió a un elfo:
                                  fictograma.com/d/3913-los-hijo

                                  fictograma.com/d/3912-los-hijo

                                    [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
                                    @fictograma@mastodon.social

                                    Bajo Puerto Gris, la esfera esmeralda se abre y el Arquitecto se revela en luz: la Esencia es veneno y el Yermo su enfermedad...
                                    El dios del metal grita en estática:
                                    fictograma.com/d/3910-los-hijo

                                    fictograma.com/d/3911-los-hijo

                                      [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                      @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                      Take heed, for now on haunted ground they tread;
                                      There bowed a mightier war lord to his fall:
                                      Fear! lest that very green grass again grow red
                                      With blood of German now as then with Gaul.

                                      — Stephen Phillips
                                      palimpseste.vercel.app/#text/0

                                        [?]RJT » 🌐
                                        @many@subconscioussignature.earth

                                        [?]Buchhandlung am Brühl » 🌐
                                        @Buchhandlung_am_Bruehl@mastodon.social

                                        Liebes Fediverse,
                                        als Teil einer größeren Fachtagung gibt es einen öffentliche Lesung mit Podiumsdiskussion zu Walter Moers im Tietz Chemnitz am 8.10. um 19 Uhr.
                                        Das Besondere: Man kann seine Bücher "Signierstempeln" lassen durch den Lektor von Walter Moers. :) Wir sind wieder mit einem Büchertisch dabei.
                                        Mehr Infos gibt es hier: buchhandlung-am-bruehl.de/2026

                                        Zu sehen ist das Cover von Walter Moers neustem Roman "Qwert". Das Cover ist im Grundton weiß. Blaue Kreise kringeln von innen nach außen. In der Mitte ist ein Ritter mit Lanze zu sehen, der auf einem Wesen sitzt, das wie ein Tausendfüßler mit dem Kopf eines Schweins mit langem Rüssel aussieht.

                                        Alt...Zu sehen ist das Cover von Walter Moers neustem Roman "Qwert". Das Cover ist im Grundton weiß. Blaue Kreise kringeln von innen nach außen. In der Mitte ist ein Ritter mit Lanze zu sehen, der auf einem Wesen sitzt, das wie ein Tausendfüßler mit dem Kopf eines Schweins mit langem Rüssel aussieht.

                                          [?]RJT » 🌐
                                          @many@subconscioussignature.earth

                                          GoinFawr boosted

                                          [?]Project Gutenberg » 🌐
                                          @gutenberg_org@mastodon.social

                                          "He that uses words without any clear and steady meaning, what does he
                                          but lead himself and others into errors? And he that designedly does it,
                                          ought to be looked on as an enemy to truth and knowledge."

                                          ~John Locke (29 August 1632 – 28 October 1704) via @wikipedia

                                          John Locke, by John Greenhill (died 1676).

An oval portrait of Locke that shows him with long curling natural hair and a direct gaze.

                                          Alt...John Locke, by John Greenhill (died 1676). An oval portrait of Locke that shows him with long curling natural hair and a direct gaze.

                                            [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                            @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                            For I was Greek in Hellas' prime
                                            And singing to the clear bright air,
                                            And Grecian bees were in the thyme
                                            And the lost charm in all things fair.

                                            — J. S.
                                            palimpseste.vercel.app/#text/1

                                              [?]The Vulgar Tongue » 🤖 🌐
                                              @TheVulgarTongue@zirk.us

                                              DUMPS. Down in the dumps; low-spirited, melancholy: jocularly said to be derived from Dumpos, a king of Egypt, who died of melancholy. Dumps are also small pieces of lead, cast by schoolboys in the shape of money.

                                              A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                                              --
                                              @histodons

                                              Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot):

DUMPS. Down in the dumps; low-spirited, melancholy: jocularly said to be derived from Dumpos, a king of Egypt, who died of melancholy. Dumps are also small pieces of lead, cast by schoolboys in the shape of money.

A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                                              Alt...Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot): DUMPS. Down in the dumps; low-spirited, melancholy: jocularly said to be derived from Dumpos, a king of Egypt, who died of melancholy. Dumps are also small pieces of lead, cast by schoolboys in the shape of money. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                                                [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
                                                @fictograma@mastodon.social

                                                Las miradas se alargan. Un niño grita la recompensa.
                                                Puerto Gris ya no es solo hostil: ahora tiene precio por sus cabezas.
                                                Persiguidos por las galerías, Thrum fuerza...
                                                Capítulo 7 de *Los hijos del yermo* ya disponible.

                                                fictograma.com/d/3914-los-hijo

                                                  [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
                                                  @siradramelekallighieri@mastodon.social

                                                  [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
                                                  @siradramelekallighieri@mastodon.social

                                                  [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
                                                  @siradramelekallighieri@mastodon.social

                                                  [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
                                                  @CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

                                                  "If you're going to write a story, avoid contemporary references. They date a story and they have no staying power."

                                                    [?]Empire of Dragons » 🌐
                                                    @dragonshortstories.wordpress.com@dragonshortstories.wordpress.com

                                                    Last Limp

                                                    Old old old fiction taking place within the Ruggizuomo storyline featured in Dragon Mafia


                                                    In the mist of New York, Roland Nikdydobrý was running in the rain. He had neither an umbrella nor a hat. He frantically looked around, as if he was searching for someone. He studied the crowd. There were no signs of steady movement. The people were walking like robots. He ran across the rainy streets, avoiding cars that honked at him but dared not stop. He stumbled into a nearby café. When that little bell rung, everyone slowly lifted their heads to stare at him. Their eyes were a thirsty blood red color. One woman reading a magazine stared at him with emerald green eyes. A teenage boy took his stare away from his iPhone to stare with blue eyes.

                                                    Roland gulped. His chest was heaving. He ran out the door but was met with a crowd of people surrounding him…staring at him. He dashed across the street, little light shone in the rainy and cloudy skies. He ran up to a payphone, probably the last of its kind, and dialed a number like a frantic man.

                                                    “Rugizzuomo Army, please!”

                                                    He constantly checked his surroundings with quick glances. He waited for someone to pick up, and finally a click.

                                                    “Maya! It’s Roland! Tell Riley I love him as a brother and I’ll miss him. I need this message delivered to Emperor Aaron. I am going to follow Beatrice to Illinois by posing as an entourage member. Someone is already letting me know they know I’m suspicious. I know because all of New York is possessed! Even when I was on something called the Wendy Williams show and the spell took affect there. Do not send forces until I end up dead and on the news!”

                                                    He hung up and frantically looked like someone on the run from police. He searched for a taxi while watching the surroundings. A man across the street stared at him. Another person across the street smiled. Everyone started smiling at him as the rain came down harder and the winds picked up like a hurricane. A newspaper flew in his face. Roland struggled with it, and when he ripped it off a taxi was right in front of him. He forced the door open and scrambled inside with haste.

                                                    “Drive!” He commanded as he slammed the door.

                                                    The wet man looked in the rear-view window and saw the taxi driver, whom was smiling and had eyes flooded with green colors. Roland stumbled out of the moving car and ran across the street and into the flowing crowd of walkers. They stopped to watch as he entered another taxi. He made his way inside and examined the driver. He smiled, but his smile wasn’t sinister and evil. The car drove off and Roland sighed with relief. As they came to an intersection Roland heard the sound of a speeding car. He looked out the window and another car slammed into the taxi. The left door creaked open and Roland, bloodied from his left cheek to his hand, fell out shaking and trembling. He stood up and limped across the sleek city streets. The world was spinning. Those red eyes still followed him like red neon lights.

                                                    There were 3 stories in the Last Limp saga. One preceded this, and was about Roland going to Illinois to monitor Beatrice. In this version Roland, brother of Riley, was investigating a cult of some sort. They called themselves Kuruga. It is left open to your interpretation. I will certainly not play with it.

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                                                      [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                      @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

                                                      Five Days: The Fiery Reckoning of an American City by Wes Moore with Erica L. Green

                                                      To Mia, James, and all of the children of Baltimore.
I believe in you. And we will do better.

                                                      Alt...To Mia, James, and all of the children of Baltimore. I believe in you. And we will do better.

                                                        [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                                                        @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                                                        🌊 **Capítulo 15: Náufrago**

                                                        Raiden se enfrenta al mar… y el mar no perdona.
                                                        Hambre, sed, tormenta y una isla desconocida.

                                                        ¿Sobrevivirá?

                                                        👉 fictograma.com/d/3904-capitulo

                                                          [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                                                          @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                                                          Capítulo 12 de *Dragones Eternos* ya está aquí.
                                                          Emboscada, Yurak imposibles y la sombra del Korbulo cayendo sobre Varkos.
                                                          Katska y el Usak cruzan la línea.

                                                          fictograma.com/d/3905-dragones

                                                            [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                                                            @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                                                            El yelmo de Mambrino o simple bacía de barbero? ⚔️
                                                            El caos se desata en la venta y Don Quijote lo ve claro:
                                                            «Es la discordia del campo de Agramante».
                                                            fictograma.com/d/3902-el-ingen

                                                              [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                                                              @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                                                              En el baile, Kiti ve nacer lo inevitable: Vronski y Anna. El corazón se le rompe en silencio. 💔

                                                              Ana Karenina · Parte I · Cap. XXIII
                                                              fictograma.com/d/3903-ana-kare

                                                                [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                                                                @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                                                                Nuevos capítulos de *Mi vida como vampiro* (XV y XVI) ya disponibles. Drama, baby shower y más vampiros 🩸

                                                                fictograma.com/d/3906-mi-vida-.

                                                                  [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                                                                  @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                                                                  Nuevo capítulo de *Rusia de Noche* (Capítulo 6) ya disponible. Tren nocturno, monjes y secretos en el búnker ❄️

                                                                  fictograma.com/d/3908-rusia-de

                                                                    [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                                                                    @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                                                                    Secretos compartidos, complicidad y ese nudo en la garganta que solo la familia sabe provocar. 🤫💔
                                                                    Sumérgete en «No le digas a mamá», un relato breve e intenso en Fictograma:
                                                                    fictograma.com/d/3915-no-le-di

                                                                      [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
                                                                      @CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

                                                                      "[S]cientific writing is abhorrently stylized and places a premium on poor quality."

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