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The author of the book: Libba Bray
Language: English
ISBN: 9892327624
ISBN 13: 9789892327624
Format files: PDF
The size of the: 710 KB
Edition: Asa
Date of issue: June 18th 2014

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Ah, o Natal! Gemma Doyle está desejosa das férias fora da Academia Spence, de passar o tempo com as amigas na cidade, de ir a bailes elegantes e, numa nota sombria, de cuidar do pai doente. Quando se prepara para entrar no Ano Novo de 1896, um jovem bonito, Lorde Denby, parece estar interessado em conquistar Gemma. No entanto, no meio das distrações de Londres, as visões de Gemma intensificam-se - visões de três raparigas vestidas de branco, a quem algo terrível aconteceu, algo que só os reinos podem explicar...
A atração é forte, e em pouco tempo, Gemma, Felicity e Ann estão a transformar flores em borboletas no mundo encantado dos reinos a que só Gemma pode levá-las. Para grande alegria delas, a sua querida Pippa também está lá, ansiosa por completar o círculo de amizade.
Mas nem tudo está bem nos reinos - ou fora dele. O misterioso Kartik reapareceu, dizendo a Gemma que ela deve encontrar o Templo e vincular a magia, ou algo terrível irá acontecer-lhe. Gemma está disposta a fazer-lhe a vontade, apesar dos perigos que isso acarreta, pois isso significa que irá encontrar-se com a maior amiga da sua mãe - e agora sua inimiga, Circe. Até Circe ser destruída, Gemma não pode viver o seu destino. Mas encontrar Circe revela-se uma tarefa muito perigosa.

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Ebook Anjos Rebeldes read Online! What is it about writing an author bio that gives me that deer-in-headlights feeling? It's not exactly like I'm going to say "I was born in Alabama…" and somebody's going to jump up and snarl, "Oh yeah? Prove it!" At least I hope not.

I think what gets me feeling itchy is all that emphasis on the facts of a life, while all the juicy, relevant, human oddity stuff gets left on the cutting room floor. I could tell you the facts–I lived in Texas for most of my life; I live in New York City with my husband and six-year-old son now; I have freckles and a lopsided smile; I'm allergic to penicillin.

But that doesn't really give you much insight into me. That doesn't tell you that I stuck a bead up my nose while watching TV when I was four and thought I'd have to go to the ER and have it cut out. Or that I once sang a punk version of "Que Sera Sera" onstage in New York City. Or that I made everyone call me "Bert" in ninth grade for no reason that I can think of. See what I mean?

God is in the details. So with that in mind, here is my bio. Sort of.


1. I lived in Texas until I was 26 years old, then I moved to New York City with $600.00 in my shoe ('cause muggers won't take it out of your shoe, y'know . . . riiiiight . . .) and a punchbowl (my grandmother's gift) under my arm. I ended up using the punchbowl box as an end table for two years.

2. My dad was a Presbyterian minister. Yes, I am one of those dreaded P.K.s–Preacher's Kids. Be afraid. Be very afraid . . .

3. The first story I ever wrote, in Mrs. McBee's 6th grade English class, was about a girl whose family is kidnapped and held hostage by a murderous lot of bank robbers who intend to kill the whole family–including the dog–until the 12-year-old heroine foils the plot and saves the day. It included colored pencil illustrations of manly-looking, bearded criminals smoking, and, oblivious to the fact that The Beatles had already sort of laid claim to the title, I called my novel, HELP. My mom still has a copy. And when I do something she doesn't like, she threatens to find it.

4. My favorite word is "redemption." I like both its meaning and the sound. My least favorite word is "maybe." "Maybe" is almost always a "no" drawn out in cruel fashion.

5. My three worst habits are overeating, self-doubt, and the frequent use of the "f" word.

6. The three things I like best about myself are my sense of humor, my ability to listen, and my imagination.

7. I have an artificial left eye. I lost my real eye in a car accident when I was eighteen. In fact, I had to have my entire face rebuilt because I smashed it up pretty good. It took six years and thirteen surgeries. However, I did have the pleasure of freezing a plastic eyeball in an ice cube, putting it in a friend's drink, ("Eyeball in your highball?") and watching him freak completely. Okay, so maybe that's not going down on my good karma record. But it sure was fun.

8. In 7th grade, my three best friends and I dressed up as KISS and walked around our neighborhood on Halloween. Man, we were such dorks.

9. I once spent New Year's Eve in a wetsuit. I'd gone to the party in a black dress that was a little too tight (too many holiday cookies) and when I went to sit down, the dress ripped up the back completely. Can we all say, mortified? The problem was, my friends were moving out of their house–everything was packed and on a truck–and there was nothing I could put on . . . but a wetsuit that they still had tacked to the wall. I spent the rest of the party maneuvering through throngs of people feeling like a giant squid.

10. I got married in Florence, Italy. My husband and I were in love but totally broke, so we eloped and got married in Italy, where he was going on a business trip. We had to pull a guy off the street to be our witness. It was incredibly romantic.

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