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"No escogemos a quién amar -dijo Dallen, sin apartar los ojos del camino-. No podemos contar con que siempre sea justo. Pero podemos contar con que siempre es simple"

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Senda: La Saga de los Inmortales de Andras eBook : Escobar Sanchez, Azarel: Amazon.es: Tienda Kindle

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"Anna sintió como si todo su cuerpo se hubiera convertido en un punto palpitante. Su propio corazón estallaba, las flamas remanentes se extendían por todo el pecho. Forzó un inmenso trago de saliva a través de la garganta, una especie de intercambio que siempre devolvía palabras, pero hasta estas se portaron inaccesibles. Se sentía dispersa y flotante. Su cuerpo empezó a acercarse hacia el último suave y ronco susurro que aún quedaba entre Dallen y ella. Era como seguir a tientas los rastros de la voz de un demonio seductor, un acento profundo, tan denso que provocaba sumergirse en él…"

Senda: La Saga de los Inmortales de Andras eBook : Escobar Sanchez, Azarel: Amazon.es: Tienda Kindle

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Senda: La Saga de los Inmortales de Andras eBook : Escobar Sanchez, Azarel: Amazon.es: Tienda Kindle

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Her arms were closed over the chest, trying to hide a ridiculous purple T-shirt with a platypus and the legend "invincible" on the front, her favorite one, the one she was wearing when Hugo opened the door to her room unannounced (why would her brother announce himself in his own house? He -at least in his head- was above respecting the privacy of others). "Come down to the dining room now," he'd said with such urgency she'd lost the impulse to answer with something sarcastic.

Those arms were also clawing to whatever traces of existence she would have left after this meeting. 

She could already imagine the consequences of this catastrophe: escapes, attacks, sinister machinations of murder, Machiavellian plans to end her precious and relatively normal life. Rules, goodbye scandalous T’s because they would draw too much attention, she would wear black like the Sentinels, dressed in mourning every day. Curfews, of course, no more wandering around the city late at night. The worst: confinement...

"Oh, Gods." After rolling with at the perspective, her eyes searched for answers among familiar presences: In the hysterical sobs of her sister Madlen; in the meditative gaze of the eldest, Hugo; in Evan's respectful mimicry, his brow furrowed as if he truly understood what was coming; in her father's silent analysis as he absently stroked his pocket watch on the table...

More than anything else, she was looking for answers from the man sitting at the other end of the table.

Marius Auguralli smelled of tobacco and expensive cologne. He wore a refined black three-piece suit; his skin was so pale that, from feet to hair, he ended up looking like a contrast of whites, grays and blacks that could not exactly be compared to that one in an old photograph, because the man was so handsome and distinguished that, although present, he seemed unreal. With an aura of elegance covering every part of his person, with only one discordant note on his face -broad lips smiling discretely-, Marius was an impossible plan made of paper and lead that had leapt from the pages of an old sketchbook. 

She knew that he knew her name, as well as the names of everyone else there. 

Her name was Anna Clementi. "

That's it. That's how it all begins...

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