欧宝娱乐

“To my lovely starling,
Maybe there are magical words that will make you understand, but if so, I do not know them. Words are your domain. I've always been better with pictures.
I fear you think I am a monster. It's true I've disrupted many graves. The way I see it, the dead are dead. If, after their death, we can learn things from the about the human form - things that will increase the sum of human knowledge and the possibilities of art - what harm is that? After death, new life, new beauty. How can that be wrong? My friends and I have made use of some of the bodies as models. some we sell to surgeons who study them with the hopes of learning something about the frail mechanisms of the human body.
I don't know exactly what Dottor de Gradi does in his workshop on the Rialto, and I was as surprised as you were to stumble on it. He couldn't - he wouldn't tell me if your friend's body ended up there. But he did assure me all of his work is focused solely on extending human life.
I won't lie. I did it for the money as well. Don Loredan is holding a private exhibition in his palazzo tomorrow. The entry fee was quite steep but two of my paintings were accepted. This could be the beginning for me. I could find my own patrons. I could be more than just a peasant. Tommaso's assistant.
So yes; a little for money. But mostly I did for the art.
I don't expect these words to change how you feel. I simply want you not to see me as a monster. I don't want to be a monster. Not anymore. Not after meeting you. I know that we disrupted you dear friend's body, and for that I am deeply regretful. But if we had not done so, if I had not lingered in the San Domenico churchyard after standing guard for my friends, you and I might never have met. Meeting you is one thing I will never regret.
I hope you like the painting. Consider tit a wedding gift. How stupid of me to let my heart go. It was a lovely fantasy while it lasted, though, wasn't it?
Yours,
Falco”
― Fiona Paul, Venom

“Why?"
He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she'd just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. "Because... you're you.”
― Anne Bishop

“Falco wagged her journal in front of her. "This is yours, I presume." A slow smile spread across his face. "Let's find out exactly what you've been doing, shall we?"
"Give it back!" Cass reached for the journal, but Falco easily dodged her. He opened the leather-bound book to a random page and cleared his throat. Clutching a hand to his chest, he pretended to read aloud in a high-pitched voice. "Oh, how I love the way his fingers explore my soft flesh. The way his eyes see into my very soul."
This time, Cass managed to snatch the book out of his hands. "That is not what it says."
"I guess that means you won't be keeping me warm tonight?”
― Fiona Paul, Venom

“I like my women in a few wisps of drapery: then I can hope for a chance to remove the wisps.”
― Lindsey Davis, The Silver Pigs

“Un falco vola nel cielo bianco dell鈥檈state. Sospeso, con le ali spalancate, immobile. D鈥檜n tratto precipita verso terra, a una velocit脿 che l鈥檕cchio umano fatica a seguire. Vipere aggrovigliate fuggono dal loro nido. Il rapace le artiglia e torna in cielo, batte le ali e scompare. Tre bambini corrono sul sentiero che dal paese conduce alla spiaggia. Hanno appena distrutto il nido delle vipere rapite. 脠 il loro passatempo preferito. Sfasciare il nido dei serpenti velenosi, col rischio di essere morsi, li eccita. 脠 come sfidare la morte. Ma la morte, per i bambini, 猫 soltanto una parola.”
― Donato Montesano, Chi ha polvere spara