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“Remember Barbara
It rained all day on Brest that day
And you walked smiling
Flushed enraptured streaming-wet
In the rain
Remember Barbara
It rained all day on Brest that day
And I ran into you in Siam Street
You were smiling
And I smiled too
Remember Barbara
You whom I didn't know
You who didn't know me
Remember
Remember that day still
Don't forget
A man was taking cover on a porch
And he cried your name
Barbara
And you ran to him in the rain
Streaming-wet enraptured flushed
And you threw yourself in his arms
Remember that Barbara
And don't be mad if I speak familiarly
I speak familiarly to everyone I love
Even if I've seen them only once
I speak familiarly to all who are in love
Even if I don't know them
Remember Barbara
Don't forget
That good and happy rain
On your happy face
On that happy town
That rain upon the sea
Upon the arsenal
Upon the Ushant boat
Oh Barbara
What shitstupidity the war
Now what's become of you
Under this iron rain
Of fire and steel and blood
And he who held you in his arms
Amorously
Is he dead and gone or still so much alive
Oh Barbara
It's rained all day on Brest today
As it was raining before
But it isn't the same anymore
And everything is wrecked
It's a rain of mourning terrible and desolate
Nor is it still a storm
Of iron and steel and blood
But simply clouds
That die like dogs
Dogs that disappear
In the downpour drowning Brest
And float away to rot
A long way off
A long long way from Brest
Of which there's nothing left.”
― Jacques Pr茅vert

“Just those of us with sisters-in-laws who bounce off walls. I feel like I am watching a Ping-Pong ball. Settle down.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Prince

“Raven paced restlessly across the floor of the cabin, sending Jacques a little self-mocking smile. 鈥淚鈥檓 very good at waiting.鈥�
鈥淚 can see that,鈥� Jacques agreed dryly.
鈥淐ome on, Jacques鈥濃€� Raven made the length of the room again, turned to face him鈥斺€� don鈥檛 you find this even a little bit nerve-racking?鈥� He leaned lazily back in his chair, flashing a cocky grin.
鈥淏eing caged up with a beautiful lunatic, you mean?鈥�
鈥淗a, ha, ha. Do all Carpathian males think they鈥檙e stand-up comedians?鈥�
鈥淛ust those of us with sisters-in-law who bounce off walls. I feel like I am watching a Ping-Pong ball. Settle down.鈥�
鈥淲ell, how long does something like this take? I thought he implied he鈥檇 be in and out of the hospital in two minutes, Jacques. What could have gone wrong? Mikhail was very upset.鈥�
鈥淢ikhail did not actually say anything went wrong, did he?鈥� Jacques asked, blankly innocent.
Raven鈥檚 large blue-violet eyes settled on Jacques鈥檚 face thoughtfully. Jacques squirmed under her suspicious, steady gaze. There was far too much intelligence in her enormous eyes to suit him. He held up a placating hand. 鈥淣ow, Raven.鈥�
鈥淒on鈥檛 you now-Raven me. That brother of yours, worm that he is, male chauvinist unequaled in modern times, told you something he didn鈥檛 tell me, didn鈥檛 he?鈥�
Leaning back with studied casualness, Jacques tipped his chair to a precarious angle and raised an eyebrow. 鈥淲omen have vivid imaginations. I think you have a suspicious nature due to your American upbringing.鈥�
鈥淚ntellect, Jacques, not imagination,鈥� she corrected sweetly. 鈥淢y American upbringing made me incredibly intelligent, and believe me, I can spot one of your pathetic Carpathian plots to protect the helpless woman from information you consider would make her fragile little delicate self unnecessarily fearful.鈥�
He grinned at her. 鈥淐arpathian males understand the fragile nature of women鈥檚 nerves. Women鈥� especially American women鈥� just cannot take the adversity that we men can.鈥�
鈥淚 think I should have enjoyed meeting your mother. How a woman could manage to raise two domineering tyrants like you and Mikhail is beyond me.鈥�
His dark eyes laughed at her. 鈥淏ut we are charismatic, sexy, handsome, and always 谤颈驳丑迟.鈥�
Raven hooked her foot around his chair and sent him crashing to the floor. Hands on hips, she regarded him with a superior glint. 鈥淐arpathian men are vain, dear brother-in-law,鈥� she proclaimed, 鈥渂ut not too b谤颈驳丑迟.鈥�
Jacques glared up at her with mock ferocity. 鈥淵ou have a mean streak in you, woman. Whatever happened to a soft, sweet, Yes, my lord, you鈥檙e always right?鈥�
鈥淭ry the Dark Ages.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Prince

“Venim de departe, fiecare dintre noi, pe drumuri at芒t de diverse 卯nc芒t le credem unice. Venim de departe, pentru a ajunge la prezent, pentru a 卯ndr膬zni s膬 ne ocup膬m locul, s膬 ocup膬m un spa葲iu de via葲膬 care nu se dezv膬luie sub pa葯ii no葯tri, pentru a putea l膬sa poate, poate, o urm膬 infim膬 a trecerii noastre pe acest P膬m芒nt.”
― Jacques Salom茅, "Mami, tati, m膬 auzi牛i? Pentru o mai bun膬 卯n牛elegere a copilului"

“Prezentul meu de azi nu este dec芒t o secven葲膬 卯ntr-un viitor care se accelereaz膬 葯i care uneori devine dificil. Suntem fiin葲e cu o istorie ne卯ncetat 卯n construc葲ie, care ne atrage adesea spre trecut, ne imobilizeaz膬 sau ne trimite la situa葲ii neterminate, r膬ni sau vise nebune, 葯i suntem 葯i vis膬tori, constructori de viitor voind s膬 punem viitorul 卯n serviciul dorin葲elor noastre, mai ales c芒nd acesta se retrage sau las膬 s膬 apar膬 zone de umbr膬 葯i o amenin葲are la orizont. Trebuie astfel s膬 mergem c芒t mai aproape de clip膬, 卯ntr-un prezent al prezentului.”
― Jacques Salom茅, "Mami, tati, m膬 auzi牛i? Pentru o mai bun膬 卯n牛elegere a copilului"

“Consum膬m virtualul, imagini 卯n conserv膬, ne l膬s膬m contamina葲i de impactul unei vie葲i 葯i unei societ膬葲i de consum care devine din ce 卯n ce mai artificial膬. 脦ndoparea 葯i adjuvantele au devenit necesare pentru a putea, pur 葯i simplu, s膬 te speli 卯n fiecare diminea葲膬, s膬 po葲i sta 卯n picioare, s膬 mergi s膬 munce葯ti, s膬 gestionezi la minimum o via葲膬 intim膬 sau familial膬, o via葲膬 personal膬 mai exact膬, alerg芒nd dup膬 timp, pentru a sim葲i c膬 sentimentul de a exista se face prezent 卯n vie葲ile noastre.”
― Jacques Salom茅, "Mami, tati, m膬 auzi牛i? Pentru o mai bun膬 卯n牛elegere a copilului"

“Dar descoperim c膬 Homo technicus de azi a devenit, pentru unii, echivalentul unui cancer pentru planeta Terra, 卯n sensul 卯n care ac葲iunile sale pe termen scurt 葯i pe termen lung sunt capabile s膬 agreseze, s膬 distrug膬 sau s膬 devitalizeze chiar principiile a tot ce este viu. Fie c膬 este vorba de stratul de humus care se sub葲iaz膬 卯n fiecare an 卯n mod excesiv, acest strat care con葲ine principalele elemente care hr膬nesc tot ce este viu pe planeta noastr膬, fie c膬 sunt oceanele care de葲in deocamdat膬 esen葲ialul bog膬葲iilor de hran膬 care ar trebui s膬 ne permit膬 s膬 facem fa葲膬 la suprapopulare 葯i la degradarea solulilor, fie c膬 este vorba despre risipa de ap膬 potabil膬 care 卯ncepe s膬 lipseasc膬 卯n anumite zone ale globului sau de agresiunea atmosferei, aceast膬 p芒nz膬 interminabil膬 care ne protejeaz膬 de radia葲iile solare, omul este factorul care cauzeaz膬 toate aceste pagube.”
― Jacques Salom茅, "Mami, tati, m膬 auzi牛i? Pentru o mai bun膬 卯n牛elegere a copilului"

“De fapt, am descoperit 葯i am 葯tiut foarte devreme c膬 trebuie s膬 te ba葲i tot timpul. Pe toate fronturile vie葲ii, pe toate mizele existen葲ei, c膬ci nimic nu este c芒葯tigat dinainte, nimic nu este dat, nimic nu e u葯or. A葯a e via葲a, s膬racii nu au niciodat膬 dreptate, se spunea 卯n familie. Nu trebuie s膬 te la葯i p膬c膬lit, ad膬ugau vecinii. Trebuie s膬 ar膬葲i c膬 e葯ti b膬rbat, supralicitau prietenii mei.”
― Jacques Salom茅, "Mami, tati, m膬 auzi牛i? Pentru o mai bun膬 卯n牛elegere a copilului"

“Drumurile 卯n葲elepciunii sunt marcate de curajul de a fi 葯i for葲a de a se putea confrunta cu am膬r膬ciunile ne卯n葲elegerii 葯i uneori ale solitudinii. Cel care le 卯nt芒lne葯te, care accept膬 s膬 le str膬bat膬, care se aventureaz膬 spre necunoscut, spre ira葲ional, nu 葯tie niciodat膬 ce va descoperi la cap膬t, astfel 卯nc芒t va trebui s膬 accepte s膬 se iubeasc膬 pentru a putea fi un bun tovar膬葯 pentru el 卯nsu葯i.”
― Jacques Salom茅, "Mami, tati, m膬 auzi牛i? Pentru o mai bun膬 卯n牛elegere a copilului"

“Astfel, omul r膬m芒ne, 卯n acela葯i timp, un redutabil animal de prad膬 葯i un ucenic vr膬jitor genial, dar... foarte infantil. 葮i totu葯i, 卯n el trebuie s膬 sper膬m at芒ta timp c芒t putem s膬 sper膬m, 葯i el trebuie s膬 cear膬 卯ncrederea semenilor s膬i.”
― Jacques Salom茅, "Mami, tati, m膬 auzi牛i? Pentru o mai bun膬 卯n牛elegere a copilului"

“Gregori,鈥� Mikhail reminded him softly, 鈥渋f the child is your lifemate, and you do something careless, you are condemning her to death. Keep that in mind when you enter this place of madness.鈥�
Gregori鈥檚 silver eyes slashed at his old friend. 鈥淒o you think I would chance harming her in any way? I have waited several lifetimes for her. These humans are nothing. They have persecuted our people for far too long. I mean it to stop.鈥�
Mikhail nodded, his dark eyes, so like his brother鈥檚, black ice. 鈥淵ou are up to this, Jacques?鈥�
Jacques鈥� smile was a humorless promise of retaliation. 鈥淗ave no worries about me. I am looking forward to this.鈥�
Mikhail sighed. 鈥淭wo bloodthirsty savages thinking they are in the dark ages.鈥�
Jacques exchanged a humorless grin with Gregori. 鈥淭he dark ages were not such a bad time. At least justice could be dispensed easily without worrying about what the women would think.鈥�
鈥淵ou both have gone soft,鈥� Gregori snickered. 鈥淣o wonder our people have such problems. The women are ruling, and you two besotted idiots just follow along.鈥�
Jacques鈥� solid form wavered, became transparent. 鈥淲e will see who proves to be the soft one, healer.鈥� His body completely disappeared from sight.
Mikhail glanced at Gregori, shrugged, then followed suit. None of this was to his liking. Gregori was a time bomb waiting to explode. And only God knew what Jacques was capable of.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Desire

“An unusually large, rare, golden wolf trotted out of the timberline, circled the area warily, and sat down on its haunches only feet from Jacques. It watched him steadily with its strange golden eyes, completely unafraid. It seemed not to be affected by the fire, the lightning, or the Carpathian male. Jacques watched the animal equally intently, certain he was facing more than a wolf. The creature did not make an attempt to use the common mental path to communicate. It simply watched him, taking in the bizarre scene, the golden eyes never wavering.
A humorless smile curved Jacques鈥� hard mouth. 鈥淚f you are looking for action tonight, I am too tired to oblige you, and far too hungry.鈥�
The wolf鈥檚 shape contorted, stretched, shimmered in the smoke of the fire, and soon a large, heavily muscled man was facing Jacques. His long, shaggy mane of hair was blond, his eyes golden, his body perfectly balanced. 鈥淵ou are Jacques, brother to Mikhail. I heard you were dead.鈥�
鈥淭hat is the story going around,鈥� Jacques assented warily.
鈥淵ou have no memory of me? I am Julian, brother to Aidan. I have been away these last long years. The far-off mountains, the places without people, are my home.鈥�
鈥淭he last I heard, you were fighting wars in distant lands.鈥�
鈥淲hen the mood is upon me, I fight where it is needed,鈥� Julian agreed. 鈥淚 see you do also. The vampire lies dead, and you are pale beyond imagination.鈥�
Jacques鈥� smile was grim. 鈥淒o not allow my color to fool you.鈥�
鈥淚 am no vampire yet, and if ever I fear turning, I will go to Aidan, and he will destroy me if I cannot do so myself. If you wish to take blood, then I offer it freely. The healer knows me; you can ask him if I am a reliable resource.鈥� There was the slightest of smiles, a self-mocking humor.
鈥淲hat are you doing in these parts?鈥� Jacques asked suspiciously.
鈥淚 was traveling through, on my way to the United States, when I heard the butchers were back, and I thought I would make myself useful to our people for a change.鈥�
Jacques found himself admiring Julian鈥檚 answers. This was a man not in the least worried about anyone鈥檚 opinion or impression of him. He was self-contained, at ease with himself. It didn鈥檛 bother him at all that Jacques was suspicious, that he was firing questions at him.
Healer, hear me. I have need of blood, and this one before me, Julian, the golden twin, has said you will vouch for him.
No one can vouch for one such as Julian. He is a loner, a law unto himself, but his blood is untainted. If Julian turns, it will be Aidan or I who hunts him, no others. Avail yourself of what he offers.
鈥淒id he give me a good recommendation?鈥� Julian鈥檚 smile was frankly sardonic.
鈥淭he healer never gives good recommendation. You are not his favorite, but he agrees there would be no harm.鈥�
Julian laughed softly, put his wrist to his mouth and bit, then casually reached out to offer his life-giving fluid to Jacques. 鈥淚 am too much like him, a loner, one who studies too much. I dabble in things better left alone. I fear Gregori has given up on me.鈥� He didn鈥檛 sound worried about it.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Desire

“Nu este vorba de o fug膬, ci de o re-cadrare, pe care o g膬sesc foarte s膬n膬toas膬. Sunt mai prezent 卯n prezent 葯i las viitorul la locul s膬u, cu sau f膬r膬 mine.”
― Jacques Salom茅, "Mami, tati, m膬 auzi牛i? Pentru o mai bun膬 卯n牛elegere a copilului"

“Este pu葲in provocator, bine卯n葲eles, dar putem ast膬zi s膬 consider膬m omul ca celula canceroas膬 a organismului Terra. O celul膬 care prolifereaz膬 asigur芒ndu-葯i dezvoltarea 卯n detrimentul altora, distrug芒ndu-le pentru a-葯i asigura propria sa dezvoltare.”
― Jacques Salom茅, "Mami, tati, m膬 auzi牛i? Pentru o mai bun膬 卯n牛elegere a copilului"

“N盲r han kom kom han inte ensam. Han tog
hela sin v盲rld med sig. S氓 盲r det alltid”
― Lars Ahlin, Huset har ingen filial

“Jacques resumed his trademark torpid position with no care in the world... except for his fractured nose.”
― Maheep Mahil, The Dagger at Jackson Drive

“Shelves were jam-packed with orange and brown packaged treats: chocolate-covered Cheerios, chocolate-covered cornflakes, chocolate-covered raisins and pretzels and espresso beans. Chocolate malt balls, chocolate almonds, and giant 2.2-pound "Big Daddy" chocolate blocks. There was caramel corn, peanut brittle, mudslide cookie mixes, and tins of chocolate shavings so you could try replicating Jacques's 眉ber-rich hot chocolate at home- anything the choco-obsessed could dream was crammed in the small space.
An L-shaped counter had all manner of fresh, handcrafted temptations: a spread of individual bonbons with cheeky names like Wicked Fun (chocolate ganache with ancho and chipotle chilies), Love Bug (key lime ganache enveloped in white chocolate), and M茅nage 脿 Trois (a mystery blend of three ingredients). Platters of double chocolate chip cookies and fudge brownies. And there were his buttery croissants and pain au chocolat, which duked it out in popularity with the French bakery across the street, Almondine.”
― Amy Thomas, Paris, My Sweet: A Year in the City of Light