terça-feira, 10 de julho de 2012

The pleasure a favorite chapter can bestow

Oi!
All ok? Here in Rio we're finally experiencing winter days. After weeks of warmish days, now the weather is arounf 16°C, rainy and windy.
That look... who wouldn´t warm up with that?

Today, I'm posting my favorite FOASK chapter on FFnet. Chapter 26 is urgent, intense, lovely. While writing, this idea of urgency - of Darcy and Lizzy having this hectic day that only the other could heal - came to my mind and the words flew freely. I loved the outcome. Did you?
It was good that Mr Darcy didn´t take Lizzy´s call. Right?

First time I posted FOASK - AKA 'How William Darcy persuaded Lizzy Bennett to love again' on AHA and AU, I had this sinister cold when chapter 26 was posted so comparing my suffering to Jane's was the best I could come up with.

Now, although my allergies are complaining about the cold weather, I'm gonna share with you my favorite books' favorite chapters.
Some treats from me, to you!

Ready? Here we go:

The mists of Avalon - Book 1 - Lady of Avalon
The moment when Lancelet breaches the mists for Gwenhwyfar, in front of Morgaine.

' "But even as she (Morgaine) moved forward, her hand extended, Lancelet stepped in front of her, picked up the young girl, and carried her to dry land, setting her down.
...
Morgaine, her heart sinking, saw that he now looked upon the stranger as he had looked on her only minutes before, with love, desire, almost worship. As he turned back to Morgaine, saying eagerly, "We can help her, can't we?" Morgaine saw herself as she must look to Lancelet and to the strange golden maiden -small, dark, with the barbarian blue sign on her forehead, her shift muddy to the knees, her arms immodestly bare and her feet filthy, her hair coming down. Little and ugly like one of the fairy folk. Morgaine of the Fairies. So they had taunted her since childhood. She felt a surge of self-hatred, of loathing for her small, dark body, her half-naked limbs, the muddy deerskin. She snatched her damp skirt off the bush and put it on, conscious suddenly of her bare limbs; she wound the filthy deerskin tunic over it. For a moment, as Lancelet looked at her, she felt that he too must think her ugly, barbarian, alien; this exquisite golden creature belonged to his own world.
He came and gently took the stranger girl's hand, with a respectful bow. "Come, we can show you the way back."
"Yes," said Morgaine dully, "I will show you the way. Follow me, and stay close, because the ground is treacherous and you could mire yourself and not get out for a long time." For a furious moment she was tempted to lead them both into the impassable mire-she could do it, she knew the way-lead them out there and leave them to drown or wander forever in the mists.
Lancelet asked, "What is your name?"
The fair girl said, "My name is Gwenhwyfar," and she heard Lancelet murmuring, "What a lovely name, fitting to the lady who bears it." '


One day
A very sweet goodbye

' ‘Well off you go,‘ she (Emma) said. ‘Go to your party. You‘re rid of me now. You‘re free.‘
With failing bravado, Dexter tried to laugh. ‘You sound like you‘re dumping me!‘
She smiled sadly. ‘I suppose I am in a way. You‘re not who you used to be, Dex. I really, really liked the old one. I‘d like him back, but in the meantime, I‘m sorry, but I don‘t think you should phone me anymore.‘ She turned and, a little unsteadily, began to walk off down the side alley in the direction of Leicester Square.
For a moment, Dexter had a fleeting but perfectly clear memory of himself at his mother‘s funeral, curled up on the bathroom floor while Emma held onto him and stroked his hair. Yet somehow he had managed to treat this as nothing, to throw it all away for dross. He followed a little way behind her. ‘Come on, Em, we‘re still friends, aren‘t we? I know I‘ve been a little weird, it‘s just . . .‘ She stopped for a moment, but didn‘t turn round, and he knew that she was crying. ‘Emma?‘
Then very quickly she turned, walked up to him and pulled his face to hers, her cheek warm and wet against his, speaking quickly and quietly in his ear, and for one bright moment he thought he was to be forgiven.
‘Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will.‘ Her lips touched his cheek. ‘I just don‘t like you anymore. I‘m sorry.‘ '

Night Huntress - Book 2 - One foot in the Grave
serious HMS.

' “Don’t fight them,” Bones whispered. “They’re not strong enough to hold you. Relax.” A
low chuckle. “Let me work.”
Thus shackled, I could only listen as he moved around. It sounded like he was in the bathroom rummaging through the cabinets, for what I had no idea. Being blindfolded and tied naked to a bed was disconcerting, to say the least, but he didn’t take long before he returned.'



The Lord of the rings - Book 3 - Return of the king
I actually rooted out load when Aragorn returned from the Path of the Dead with help

'Thus came Aragorn son of Arathorn, Elessar, Isildur's heir, out of the Paths of the Dead, borne upon a wind from the Sea to the kingdom of Gondor; and the mirth of the Rohirrim was a torrent of laughter and a flashing of swords, and the joy and wonder of the City was a music of trumpets and a ringing of bells. But the hosts of Mordor were seized with bewilderment, and a great wizardry it seemed to them that their own ships should be filled with their foes; and a black dread fell on them, knowing that the tides of fate had turned against them and their doom was at hand.'




The Maias - Book 1 
When Carlos Eduardo first learns about Maria Eduarda

'Maria Eduarda ! Era a primeira vez que Carlos ouvia o nome dela ; e pareceu−lhe perfeito, condizendo bem com a sua beleza serena. Maria Eduarda, Carlos Eduardo... Havia uma similitude nos seus nomes. Quem sabe se não pressagiava a concordância dos seus destinos !







Twilight
Edward and Bella talk leisurely about his abilities

' "Are you trying to kill us?" I demanded.
"We're not going to crash." I tried to modulate my voice. "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"I always drive like this." He turned to smile crookedly at me.
"Keep your eyes on the road!"
"I've never been in an accident, Bella — I've never even gotten a ticket." He grinned and tapped his forehead. "Built-in radar detector."
"Very funny." I fumed. "Charlie's a cop, remember? I was raised to abide by traffic laws. Besides, if you turn us into a Volvo pretzel around a tree trunk, you can probably just walk away."
"Probably," he agreed with a short, hard laugh. "But you can't." He sighed, and I watched with relief as the needle gradually drifted toward eighty. "Happy?" '



The dead zone
Johnny's final words to Sarah
'Well, we all do what we can, and it has to be good enough ... and if it isn't good enough, it has to do. I only hope that you will think of me as well as you can, dear Sarah. All my best,
and all my love,
Johnny'






The hunted
Elmore Leonard rocks, as always
'.....Hey, come on. You can'T just walk off with a hundred and ninety-five thousand dollars, for Christ sake....'









The Godfather
Don Corleone talks about the producer
“I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse.”










Pride and Prejudice 
Elizabeth roars at Mr Darcy!

' "I might as well inquire," replied she (Elizabeth) , "why with so evident a desire of offending and insulting me, you (Mr Darcy) chose to tell me that you liked me against your will, against your reason, and even against your character? Was not this some excuse for incivility, if I was uncivil? But I have other provocations. You know I have. Had not my feelings decided against you—had they been indifferent, or had they even been favourable, do you think that any consideration would tempt me to accept the man who has been the means of ruining, perhaps for ever, the happiness of a most beloved sister (Jane)?"



What´s your favorite chapter? Is it here, by any chance? Did I forget an unforgettable chapter?
Tell me!

Hope you enjoyed chapter 26 of my story as well.
A cushion is a book's best pal.

bj

Disclaimer:
1- I had luxurious help selecting these chapters and quotes. I am forever in debt and intend to repay. ;)
2- Images found on Google, as always.