Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"تعلّق شيءٌ في حنجرتها عند هذا الشكر الثاني، بعد أن كانت قد هدّدته بوحشية بالغة. "حين تكون وحشاً،" فكّرت، "تُشكر وتُمدح لأنك لم تتصرف كوحش." كانت تودّ أن تمتنع عن القسوة ولا تنال على ذلك أي إعجاب."
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"Something caught in her throat at this second thanks, when she'd threatened him so brutally. When you're a monster, she thought, you are thanked and praised for not behaving like a monster. She would like to restrain from cruelty and receive no admiration for it."
"تعلّق شيءٌ في حنجرتها عند هذا الشكر الثاني، بعد أن كانت قد هدّدته بوحشية بالغة. "حين تكون وحشاً،" فكّرت، "تُشكر وتُمدح لأنك لم تتصرف كوحش." كانت تودّ أن تمتنع عن القسوة ولا تنال على ذلك أي إعجاب."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"A man who fights you as he does is no better than an opportunist and no worse than a thug."
"إن من يقاتلك على هذا النحو ليس بأفضل من انتهازي ولا بأسوأ من بلطجي."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"Kasta looked from one of them to the other, the two of them shaking hands, understanding each other's concern. She didn't see where Giddon came off feeling insulted. She didn't see how Giddon had any place in it at all. Who were they, to take her fight away from her and turn it into some sort of understanding between themselves? She would knock his nose from his face. She would thump them both, and she would apologise to neither."
"نظرت كاستا من أحدهما إلى الآخر، وهما يتصافحان، يتفهمان ما يساور كلاً منهما. لم ترَ مبرراً لشعور جيدون بالإهانة، ولم ترَ له أي شأن في الأمر على الإطلاق. من يكونان هما، ليختطفا نزاعها منها ويحوّلاه إلى تفاهم بينهما؟ لسوف تكسر أنفه، وتلكمهما كليهما، ولن تعتذر لأي منهما."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"They sat on the outcropping of stone and at bread and fruit. Kasta watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place than another. It rose and fell again. It flowed, like water."Is this what the sea is like" Kasta asked, and they both turned to her, surprised. "Does the sea move the way this grass moves"“It's like the sea,” she said. Giddon’s eyes on her were incredulous.“What? Is it such a strange thing to say?”“It’s a strange thing for you to say.” He shook his head. He gathered their bread and fruit, then rose. “The Lienid fighter is filling your mind with romantic notions."
"جلسوا على النتوء الصخري وتناولوا الخبز والفاكهة. راقبت كاستا العشب الطويل وهو يتحرك حولهم. دفعته الريح، هاجمته، ضربته في مكان ثم في آخر. ارتفع ثم سقط مجددًا. تدفق، كالماء.
"أهكذا هو البحر؟" سألت كاستا، والتفت الاثنان إليها، مندهشين. "هل يتحرك البحر كما يتحرك هذا العشب؟"
"إنه كالبحر،" قالت.
كانت عينا جيدون عليها لا تصدقان.
"ماذا؟ هل هذا قول غريب إلى هذا الحد؟"
"إنه قول غريب منكِ." هز رأسه. جمع خبزهم وفاكهتهم، ثم نهض. "المقاتل اللينيدي يملأ عقلكِ بأفكار رومانسية."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"If she took Po as her husband, she would be making promises about a future she couldn't yet see. For once she became his wife, she would be his forever. And, no matter how much freedom Po gave her, she would always know that it was a gift. Her freedom would be not be her own; it would be Po's to give or to withhold. That he never would withhold it made no difference. If it did not come from her, it was not really hers."
"لو اتخذت بو زوجًا لها، لكانت تقطع وعودًا بشأن مستقبل لم يتضح لها بعد. فبمجرد أن تصبح زوجته، ستكون ملكه إلى الأبد. ومهما أسبغ عليها بو من حرية، لظلت تدرك دائمًا أنها هبة. حريتها لن تنبع من ذاتها؛ بل ستكون في يد بو يمنحها أو يحجبها. وكونه لن يحجبها قط لم يغير من الأمر شيئًا. فإذا لم تنبع منها، لم تكن ملكًا لها حقًا."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"What she really loved was to hang over the edge and watch the bow of the ship slice through the waves. She loved it especially when the waves were high and the ship rose and fell, or when it was snowing and the flakes stung her face."
"كان ما أحبته حقًا هو أن تتدلى فوق الحافة وتراقب مقدمة السفينة وهي تشق الأمواج. أحبت ذلك بشكل خاص عندما كانت الأمواج عالية والسفينة ترتفع وتهبط، أو عندما كانت الثلوج تتساقط ولسعت رقائقها وجهها."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"It's only water," she said."Tell that to a drowning man," Giddon said."
"إنها مجرد ماء،" قالت.
"قل ذلك لغريق،" قال جيدون."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"She would thump them both, and she would apologize to neither."
"كانت تضربهما كليهما بقوة، ولا تعتذر لأي منهما."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"Everyone was willing to take some small risk to lessen the damage of their ambition and disorder and lawlessness."
"كان الجميع على استعداد للمجازفة بخطر يسير، في سبيل التخفيف من وطأة طموحهم وفوضاهم وجموحهم عن القانون."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"It was a strange monster, for beneath its exterior it was frightened and sickened by its own violence. It chastised itself for its savagery. And sometimes it had no heart for violence and rebelled against it utterly."
"كان وحشًا غريبًا، ففي أعماقه كان خائفًا ومشمئزًا من عنفه الخاص. كان يوبّخ نفسه على وحشيته. وأحيانًا لم يكن له قلب للعنف، فكان يتمرد عليه كليًا."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"When she came back minutes later with a great, fat, skinned rabbit, Po had built a fire. The flames cast orange light on the horses and on himself. "It was the least I could do," Po said, drily, "and I see you've already skinned the hare. I'm beginning to think I won't have much responsibility as we travel through the forest together."Does it other you? You're welcome to do the hunting yourself. Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks, and scream if I hear strange noises."
"عادَت بعد دقائق تحمل أرنبًا كبيرًا سمينًا مسلوخًا، وكان "بو" قد أوقد نارًا. ألقت ألسنة اللهب ضوءًا برتقاليًا على الخيول وعليه. قال "بو" بلهجة جافة: "هذا أقل ما يمكنني فعله، وأرى أنكِ قد سلختِ الأرنب بالفعل. بدأتُ أظن أنني لن أتحمل الكثير من المسؤولية ونحن نسافر عبر الغابة معًا."
"هل يزعجك ذلك؟ مرحب بك في الصيد بنفسك. ربما يمكنني البقاء بجانب النار وأصلح جواربك، وأصرخ إذا سمعت أصواتًا غريبة."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"It's as if when I open myself up to every perception, things create their own focus."
"كأنما حين أفتح ذاتي لكل إدراك، تخلق الأشياء بؤرتها الخاصة."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"Alone in the forest, Katsa sat on a stump and cried. She cried like a person whose heart is broken and wondered how, when two people loved each other, there could be such a broken heart."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"You know,” he said, “I wish you could see this cave.”“What’s it like?”He paused. “It’s...beautiful, really.”“Tell me.”And so Po described to Katsa what hid in the blackness of the cave; and outside, the world awaited them."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"I can't know your feelings", he said ,"if you don't know them yourself."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"Please, Katsa," he finally said. "At least talk to me". She swung around to face him. "What it there to talk about? You know how I feel, and what I think about it."And what I feel? Doesn't it matter?"
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"A monster that refused, sometimes, to behave like a monster. When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?"
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"They seemed no closer to the tops of the peaks that rose before them. It was only by looking back, to the forest far below, that she knew they'd climbed."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
"There was no helping her tears. For they would leave Po behind… She cried into his shoulder like a child. Ashamed of herself, for it was only a parting, and Bitterblue had not wept like this even over a death. ‘Don’t be ashamed,' Po whispered. ‘Your sadness is dear to me. Don’t be frightened. I won’t die, Katsa. I won’t die, and we’ll meet again."
Kristin Cashore, Graceling
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