Beach and fun

[Ema Snow]

• I se parea fascinant. De mult nu mai pusese mana pe o carte intr-un dialect vechi. Cu atat mai mult cu cat lucrarea pe care o avea in fata ochilor era un soi de beletristica stiintifica. Urma unui zambet satisfacut inca ramasese pe chipul ei, in timp ce ochii se intorceau cu rapiditate de la un rand la altul.
  
  
  A myth is history colored by emotion and modified by transmission over time; and as such, King Arthur and the Holy Grail inhabit one of the most potent of mythical realms, a realm that serves as a backdrop for our dreams, dusted off from time to time, and overlaid with the political and emotional struggles of the time.
  As time progresses, this site will attempt to blow away the dust of ages, to consider the different possibilities, to reveal the real and the fictional, and to invoke Arthur to rise from his bed where he sleeps with his knights awaiting our greatest need.
  
  
  Ce era mai relaxant de atat? Soarele ce o incalzea, mirosul usor sarat al aerului, o carte buna in brate si ai ei mereu-prezenti-pe-timp-de-soare ochelari. Ema avea ceva probleme cu sensibilitatea la lumina puternica, dar nu lasa asta sa o impiedice.
  Il auzi pe Hawk mormaind si isi ridica privirea, uitandu-se spre cele doua fete.