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“Dear me! We Tooks and Brandybucks, we can’t live long on the heights.”
“No,” said Merry. “I can’t. Not yet, at any rate. But at least, Pippin, we can now see them, and honour them.
Tags » Nobility
Ildefonso Falcones, Los herederos de la tierra , 2016, 896 p.
Barcelona, 1387. The bells of Santa María de la Mar church still sound for all of the Ribera neighborhood’s inhabitants, but one of them listens to their ringing with special attention… Hugo Llor, the son of a dead sailor, who as a 12 year old works in the shipyards due to the generosity of one of the most respected gentlemen of the city: Arnau Estanyol. 384 more words