It all happened so suddenly. One minute Freddy and I were driving to talk to Max about what happened when she saw Eddie. The next, Freddy was gone.
I tried to go to the police officers on guard at the trailer park, but they started to berate me for breaking the curfew rule. They made everything seem like my fault. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, struggling to hold back my tears as the officer continued to scold me.
"I specifically told you not to stay here past curfew," he sighed. I stopped listening to him as I tried to go over everything that happened.
My heart jumped into my throat as a car pulled up. I instantly recognized it. Tears started to fall as Steve slowly got out of his car. There were others in his car but I was only focused on him.
I started to walk away but Officer Callahan stopped me. "I'm not done," he sighed. "We need to finish going over everything that happened."
"I already told you everything," I stuttered as I kept my eyes on Steve. My throat tightened as he slowly lifted his hand. I slowly lifted mine in return.
"Please," I whispered, slowly looking back at Officer Callahan. "I just want to go home."
I tried to walk away again, but he grabbed me again. This time he grabbed me too tightly, making me gasp in pain.
"Callahan!" Chief Pawell yelled as he jogged over. He grabbed Callahan's arm and pulled him off me.
Using this chance, Steve instantly ran over. As the new chief pulled Callahan away from me, Steve ran over, wrapped his arms around me, and tucked me into his chest.
"Are you okay?" He asked gently with his arms still wrapped around me. I shook my head, tucking more into Steve's chest.
"You are now," he whispered, tightening his hold around me.
"Take me home, Steve," I said, my voice breaking. "Please?"
"That I can do."
* * * * *
I didn't say anything on the drive. The kids had started to ask questions the second we got in the car but Steve instantly told them to stop. I knew that everyone was confused. I knew they wanted answers to questions that only I could answer. That's where the problem was. How could I explain it to them when I didn't even know what happened to Freddy?
As he drove, Steve continually sent me worried glances. He reached over and gently put his hand on my knee. I instantly grabbed it, intertwining our fingers.
I leaned my head back against the headrest, silent tears streaming down my face. I didn't bother to wipe them away. I didn't need to hide from Steve. He squeezed my hand, knowing that what I needed right now was silent support.
We tried to drop the kids off at Dustin's house but they refused to leave us. Instead, they came with us to Steve's. The second we got out of the car, Steve was by my side. He wrapped his arm around my waist and led me inside with the kids quickly following behind us.
He led me into the house and to his living room. We sat on the couch, the kids sitting in front of us. As we sat in silence, the kids got antsier. Any time they tried to ask me a question, Steve would either shake his head or clear his throat.
As much as I wanted to talk about it, I couldn't bring myself to. An hour passed and I still couldn't speak. Soon, it got late and the kids needed to go home before the town-wide curfew.
"Y/N," Steve whispered, breaking the silence. "I need to take the kids home. Why don't you stay here and. . ."
"No," I cut him off. "I don't want to be left alone."
"Okay," Steve said, not bothering to hide his surprise. "Let's go then."
I stood up, the others quickly following suit. I instantly grabbed Steve's hand. He intertwined our fingers as he led me out to his car. He held onto me as we drove the kids home. Dustin was the last one we dropped off.
I looked over when Steve didn't pull away from Dustin's house. I was about to say something, but he finally drove away. We were silent on the way home. We didn't break the silence as Steve parked the car and we headed inside.
I started to head into the living room but Steve pulled me upstairs. We walked into his room and he guided us to his bed. The second we laid down, Steve pulled me into his chest.
"It's horrible that this happened to Freddy," Steve whispered, "but I'm glad it wasn't you."
"Steve. . ."
"I don't know what I would do if Vecna took you from me, Y/N," he said, a little bit of anger coming through his voice. "If he hurt you, or worse. . ."
"You won't let him," I said quickly.
I sat up and turned toward him. I opened my mouth to say more but Steve cut me off. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. It took longer than I wanted for the shock to wear off. When it did, I didn't hold back.
Our lips started moving roughly in sync. I moaned as Steve wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. We let out matching moans as we started getting more into the kiss.
"Steve," I gasped, breaking the kiss.
"I won't let anything happen to you," Steve whispered, his breath still shaky from the kiss.
Book Review - Lust Drunk Nights by Kitty N. Pawell - 4 stars
Spoiler free book review. Check out my Reading Ranting page for more reviews.
First thoughts…
This was a surprise since it’s not my usual genre and I knew that going in. Glad I gave it a chance. I love spice in books, but usually more on the romantic side, so this was quite different.
Good thoughts…
This has a great start and sets the vibe for the book nicely. I knew instantly what I was…
// sanctificum, chris abani // Noah Kalina, 120749 // Eden Robinson, "Writing Prompts for the brokenhearted” // v. Angelica Alzona, intimacy / the national, daughter of the soho riots // pawel althamer: self-portrait as a businessman (2002) posted by zegalba // source n/a // source n/a // The thrill, the fear, the hope, David Rodríguez Tovar // source n/a //
I have always wanted to write about this movie which is a realist portrayal of love(not the usual cheesy ones) and hardships in a politically tumultuous times. Directed by Pawel Pawlikowski, Cold War guides us through the emotional journey of a Polish couple, living in the post World War era. The title of the movie may suggest a political thrust, but this is a movie in which political conflict is incorporated into the characters lives and relationship to a point where the political dynamic engulfs itself into the characters' intractable cold war of heart. The cinematography and 4:3 aspect ratio acts as fitting pieces to a breathtaking tale and juxtaposing with the film's main themes of freedom and imprisonment. I would call it a dark musical cause of the way it uses silence and leitmotifs to describe the inner turmoil of characters who can't live apart at the same time can't be together. I loved the way Pawlikowski used time leaps and left it up to the audience to fill the episodic gaps in the narrative. The perfect timing of music, whether it be old Polish folk,jazz or rock-and-roll, gives the movie its momentum and presents the characters in their relative stages of relationship. Cold war tells us about flawed and beautiful nature of human connection. There may come a time of insecurity and jealousy in a relationship that will compel us to choose paths that we don't want to tread on. Its those choices that gives Cold war a disturbing sense of suspense. It uses love as a tool, which strengthens our capacity to stick with someone, because we see that their failings don't make them unworthy of love.
2021 YAC Competition in Finland, Young Architects Architecture Contest News
YAC Competitions News 2021
Architecture Contest organised by Young Architects Competitions
23 Apr 2021
YAC Arctic Hotel Competition News
Programme: Accommodation facilities in Rovaniemi, Finland
Design Contest by YAC
Arctic Hotel YAC competition
Young Architects Competitions is an international network of professionals aiming at enhancing architecture research and young designers’ skills. Since 2013 they have been organizing numerous competitions joined by hundreds of designers based in 100 countries.
The contests promoted until today have been supported by several international academic and professional partners with the likes of Automobili Lamborghini, Ferrari, National Geographic, Manni Group.
The competitions gathered prominent jury panels featuring, among the others, Eduardo Souto de Moura, Zaha Hadid Architects, Daniel Libeskind, Aires Mateus, Shigeru Ban Architects, Kazuyo Sejima.
YAC are currently promoting the Arctic Hotel competition inviting creatives to imagine accommodation facilities in Rovaniemi, Finland. From there, guests will be able to admire one of nature’s most wonderful phenomenon: Aurora Borealis.
There will be a total amount of 15.000 Euros in prize money for the awarded proposals and the jury of the competition gathers outstanding international personalities like Angelo Micheli (AMDL Circle), Rodrigo Duque Motta, Dagur Eggertsson (Rintala Eggertsson), and many more.
Arctic Hotel is expected to be a moment of significant international participation for combining extremely interesting and up-to-date topics and a well-esteemed Technical Committee.
Brief
Some places may seem straight out of a fairy tale, bu they exist in the real world. In some places, a blend of legends, landscapes, memories, creates something that cannot be described in words: something humans perceive but cannot express, something science explains but does not own.
Rovaniemi is one of those places.
Capital of Finnish Lapland, Rovaniemi is one of the few cities in the world located at a few kilometres from the Arctic Circle: legacy of people with colourful clothes and special traditions, reindeer farmers and sleigh builders. Rovaniemi is a place made of snow, perpetual dawns and dusks, and it is home to the dancing lights that shine in the sky during cold winter nights – the Aurora Borealis.
Home to Santa Claus- the Scandinavian myth that conquered the world through tales and folklore, the town of Rovaniemi had been considered inaccessible and remote for most of its history. Until last century, when it became the destination for visitors and tourists, who wanted to feel its magic and see the fascinating Northern Lights.
Today Rovaniemi is no longer a prerogative of expert travellers and explorers, and new hospitality models are necessary in order to protect the remote identity of this land.
An identity that is characterized by primitive beauty and harmony, and inaccessibility and the absence of humans greatly contributed to its shaping.
How can we make places like this accessible, as inaccessibility is a key part of their charm? What kind of accommodation facilities can combine hospitality and unspoilt nature?
This is the challenge of Arctic Hotel, the competition organized by YAC and Rovaniemi to create a place where people can experience the most authentic North, respecting its isolation and magic.
On Ounasvaara Hill, overlooking one of the most remote bases ever built, architects will have the opportunity to imagine a structure that blends with the forest, the snow and the sky. A place where visitors can find shelter from the freezing temperatures of the Arctic Circle, gather around a fire, and enjoy the rarest and most mysterious spectacle of nature: the Aurora Borealis.
YAC thanks all architects who will accept this challenge.
Previously on e-architect:
YAC Competitions News 2020
FITT Future Headquarters
FITT Future Headquarters competition project aunched by YAC.
Young Architects Competitions is an international network of professionals aiming at enhancing architecture research and young designers’ skills. Since 2013 we have been organizing multiple competitions joined by hundreds of designers based in 100 countries.
The contests promoted until today have been supported by several international academic and professional partners with the likes of Automobili Lamborghini, Ferrari, National Geographic, Manni Group. Our competitions gathered prominent jury panels featuring, among the others, Eduardo Souto de Moura, Zaha Hadid Architects, Daniel Libeskind, Crab studio, Aires Mateus, Shigeru Ban Architects, Kazuyo Sejima.
The FITT competition invites creatives to suggest their own vision of future workspace.
There will be a total amount of 20.000 € in prize money for the awarded proposals and the jury of the competition gathers outstanding international personalities like Emmanuelle Moureaux; Nicola Scaranaro – FOSTER + PARTNERS; Carlo Ratti – CARLO RATTI ARCHITECTS; Patrik Schumacher – ZAHA HADID ARCHITECTS.
FITT Future Headquarters is expected to be a moment of significant international participation for combining extremely interesting and up-to-date topics and a well-esteemed Technical Committee.
For further details, have a look at the links below:
Winners of YAC Experiential Beer Garden competition
EXPERIENTIAL BEER GARDEN
CASH PRIZE 15.000 €
OCT 2016 – JAN 2017
Brief
Beer has always been a part of human history, from Ancient Egypt (where wages were paid in beer) to Ireland (where beer was the gods’ nectar of immortality), to name but a few examples.
Drinking a glass of beer does not simply mean drinking a beverage, but interacting with a millennium-old history, made of legends, religious beliefs and wisdom. It is a tradition that has been going on since time immemorial, that has come down to us through the work of the monasteries and that has now become an industry in its own right.
Although in the Modern era beer has been produced at an industrial level, today we are experiencing a shift towards artisanal production, in an enthusiastic celebration of taste and secret recipes.
In this spirit, Villa Zarri – one of the leading Italian breweries – wishes to follow the most recent trends of consumption by investing in an ambitious architectural project, which will create a top-quality space for craft brewery.
The centre that Villa Zarri intends to create, within a beautiful mid 16th-century villa, will be a sanctuary for all beer lovers – a place where beer tasting will meet delicious food, culture and entertainment, within the framework of architectural beauty.
Whether German, Belgian, British or Italian, every beer variety will find an ideal place here, a place for both fine palates and less experienced beer lovers. Architectural beauty, cultural events and entertainment will contribute to making the experience of drinking beer unique. Experiential Beer Garden will be a one-of-a-kind brewery, the world’s first centre dedicated to the age-old culture of beer.
Italian passion for beer will be tangible in this centre and will accompany the cultural and entertainment events revolving around beer. Located in the heart of Emilian countryside, this centre will be an observatory that will help the visitors understand the historical and intercultural significance of beer.
Prizes
1° PRIZE
8.000 €
All the awarded proposals will be transmitted to architectural magazines and websites + international exhibitions
2° PRIZE
4.000 €
publication per 1st prize
3° PRIZE
2.000 €
publication per 2nd prize
n. 2 GOLD MENTION
500 €
publication per 3rd prize
10 HONORABLE MENTIONS + 30 FINALISTS MENTIONS
publication is per 1st prize
Winners
1° PRIZE
TEAM
DANA
MEMBERS
ÁLVARO BERMUDO, IGNACIO CALVO, AINHOA IGLESIAS
2° PRIZE
TEAM
Semuarchitects
MEMBERS
Annamaria Pisani, Alexandra Catania, Claudio Zampaglione, Federica Cadili , Giulio Gioia, Sergio Tarquinio, Oriana Scannella, Salvatore Spanò, Giuseppina Laudani
3° PRIZE
TEAM
Studio RAAM
MEMBERS
Koen Klok, William de Ronde
Gold Mentions
TEAM
Wilgos and Eciak Architects
MEMBERS
Pawel Wilgos, Mateusz Eciak
TEAM
LERVTA
MEMBERS
Louise VALLADIER, Emilie MOUCHEL, Valentin DANCOISNE, Thomas Nougaret, Rémi Clauzel, Anthony Gallien
Mentions
TEAM
LIME Team Project
MEMBERS
Alessandro Gaffuri, Francesco Penone
TEAM
DUO_A
MEMBERS
Rebecca Billi, William Rowe
TEAM
bebok
MEMBERS
Bartłomiej Zdanowski, Helena Szewiola
TEAM
SIEBENVONDREI
MEMBERS
Dennis Kraft, Jennifer Klähn, Johannes Schulze, Diala Makhlouf, Svenja Abraham, Tim Wallstab, Michele Rückert
TEAM
m+p+j+b
MEMBERS
Jan Verhagen, priscille rodriguez, Boaz Rotem, Matthew Hykin
TEAM
AI studio
MEMBERS
Andrada Ispas, Alexandra Sinitaru
TEAM
RB3+1
MEMBERS
Dimitri Longo, Mauro Montis, Luca Frascarolo
TEAM
NUXOT
MEMBERS
Manuel Cano Gómez, Raul Cano Gómez, Miguel Llorens Colera, Mario Gonzalez de la Peña, Ibrahim Casanova Gómez
TEAM
BAND
MEMBERS
Dieu Hoang, Maria Petrova, Vishnu Medapati, Vana Boghozian, Nathan Fisher, Breeanna Garcia
TEAM
Form
MEMBERS
Clenda Boonman, Jörgen Haring, Robert Noordegraaf
Finalists
TEAM
Arch. Luca Guerra
MEMBERS
Luca Guerra, Riccardo Belletti
TEAM
Balloon
MEMBERS
Lukasz Wojciechowski, Paulina Libiszewska
TEAM
11134
MEMBERS
Jérôme DUMAS
TEAM
MA / DIENTRE / TIM / TAG
MEMBERS
Simon Delloue
TEAM
lml.architetti
MEMBERS
Laura Ticchioni, Luca Graziani, Samantha Bianchi, Marco Ciscato
TEAM
ONIROSTUDIO
MEMBERS
Michelangelo Verdelli, Leonardo Palla, Andrea Scalabrelli, Letizia Tralli, Kristi Pali
TEAM
I.P.A.
MEMBERS
Mattia Bergamo, Cristian Rossi
TEAM
sette3bis associati
MEMBERS
Marco Bartolucci, Martina Falleri, Tommaso Gentili
TEAM
BHLO
MEMBERS
Luke O’Bray, Benjamin Hale
TEAM
Federico Gazzea, Dirce Concetti
MEMBERS
Federico Gazzea, Dirce Concetti
TEAM
dma-office
MEMBERS
He Dongming, Xie Yi, Li Xu, Zhang Ning
TEAM
t5
MEMBERS
Daniele Ronca, Aleksandr Karpov, Rocco Barbini, Alice Monacelli
TEAM
Jery Huang
MEMBERS
Jie Huang, Yidi Yao
TEAM
Mahan Shirazi
MEMBERS
Mahan Shirazi, Setareh Salehiarashloo
TEAM
Lapo Ruffi, Vanessa Giandonati
MEMBERS
Lapo Ruffi, Vanessa Giandonati, Nicholas Diddi, Emir Sehic, Nico Fedi
TEAM
Team B + CP
MEMBERS
Maria Reyes, MARTIN GARCIA, Summer Fernquist, Christopher Polaski
TEAM
IS Design
MEMBERS
Ivan Soh, Li Ying, Siriwan Thongprasert, Lorrie Mendoza Besmonte
TEAM
Botti
MEMBERS
ENRICO PINTO, MATILDE VALAGUSSA, LAURA ZURA-PUNTARONI, Mattia Inselvini
TEAM
300CC
MEMBERS
Linning Zhang, ZEYU CAI
TEAM
A1
MEMBERS
Alessandro Bergo, Giulia Ferro, Federico Ottogalli, Andrea Merlo
TEAM
SFSight
MEMBERS
Stefano Farina
TEAM
CTM
MEMBERS
Francesca Orlandi, Riccardo Miccoli
TEAM
2G1P1T
MEMBERS
Giuseppe Parisi, Francesco Bonanomi
TEAM
BB
MEMBERS
Benjamin Schubert
TEAM
G Baran
MEMBERS
Guillem Bargues, Rafa Codina
TEAM
PA_OFF
MEMBERS
Cristina Iore, Tommaso Miti
TEAM
NDArchitetti
MEMBERS
Nicola Vesentini, Davide Burro
TEAM
Brut
MEMBERS
Pierre-Alain Bouchetard, Etienne Barre
TEAM
Balogh Timea
MEMBERS
Timeia Marcela Balog, Georgiana Tarlungeanu, Ruxandra Maria Cosmin
TEAM
Charch
MEMBERS
Georgios Chatzopoulos, Vasiliki Christakou
YAC Experiential Beer Garden competition Jury
ADAM TIHANY
TIHANY DESIGN
ARCHEA ASSOCIATI
ARCHEA ASSOCIATI
FIORENZO VALBONESI
ASV3
GUIDO FINI ZARRI
VILLA ZARRI
ALESSANDRO MARATA
C.N.A.P.P.C.
FRANCESCO GULINELLO
UNIVERSITY OF BOLOGNA
NICOLA PIZZOLI
UNINDUSTRIA BOLOGNA
BELINDA GOTTARDI
CASTEL MAGGIORE MUNICIPALITY
Partners
YAC Experiential Beer Garden competition information / images received from YAC
YAC Experiential Beer Garden competition Winners
18 Apr 2017
YAC Castle Resort Competition Winners
Design Contest by Marlegno, YAC and Agenzia del Demanio
Location: Castle of Roccamandolfi, Province Isernia, Molise, Italy
Winners of YAC Castle Resort Competition
Marlegno s.r.l., YAC and Agenzia del Demanio have promoted Castle Resort, an open architectural competition aiming at the landscape renewal of the area around the Castle off Roccamandolfi, in Southern Italy.
YAC Castle Resort Competition
Castle Resort official video:
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YAC Castle Resort Competition Winners
For further information: YAC Castle Resort Competition
Location: Roccamandolfi, Isernia, Molise, Italy
Architecture Competitions
Architectural Competitions : links
Architecture Competitions
International Design Competition for Central City Square of Rahovec, Kosovo, Europe
Central City Square of Rahovec Architecture Competition
Render of the Year award
image courtesy of architects
Render of the Year award
International design competition “Castelo de Abrantes”, Portugal
photo from architecture competition organisers
Portuguese Castle Architecture Competition
YAC Italian Wine Centre Contest
Organiser: Young Architects Competitions (YAC)
picture from design competition organisers
YAC Wine Culture Centre Competition
Triumph Pavilion Architecture Competition, London, UK
image from competition organisers
Triumph Pavilion Architecture Competitions
Comments / photos for the YAC Competitions page welcome
Website: Castle of Roccamandolfi
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I can feel your heart beating under my skin
And the beating of your heart is making me bleed from within
And if we cut open your heart, pour it in a cup
Do you think it’d be enough, do you think it’d be enough
To fill my heart with music?
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Belakangan saya sedang senang sekali karena menemukan film-film 'saya banget' macem The Breakfast Club atau Daisies. Siapapun yang pernah ngobrolin film sama saya pasti tau betul kalau saya ini die-hard-fan Yorgos Lanthimos dari jaman baheula. Jujur susah banget buat saya suka sama seluruh film seseorang karena biarpun ada satu film yang saya sukak banget dari satu sutradara, pasti ada aja beberapa film lain mereka yang gak selera saya aja pokoknya. Tapi enggak buat Lanthimos, I just love every single movies that he made. S e m u a n y a. Saya tentu gak bisa bilang kalau filmnya bagus karena film yang bagus yang seperti apa memangnya? Soalnya saya percaya film adalah perkara personal yang sulit buat dipandang secara objektif, makanya ada kalimat kalau lo nafsirin suatu film, berarti lo lagi menjelaskan diri lo sendiri. Nah begitulah, nonton filmnya Lanthimos tuh berasa isi kepala saya diobrak-abrik aja gitu.
Sejak saat itu, saya berusaha nonton banyak film demi mencari perwakilan kepala saya yang lain. Dimulai dari Ari Aster, Wes Anderson, Ruben Ostlund, Sofia Coppola, Pawel Pawlikowski, Greta Gerwig, Bong Joon Ho, Lars Von Trier dan sutradara lain yang gak saya ingat namanya. Sutradara-sutradara yang saya sebut barusan adalah mereka yang salah satu filmnya pernah bikin saya kepikiran dan gak bisa tidur tapi ternyata film-film lainnya gak seberkesan itu buat saya. Enggak, tapi saya gak nyesel kok udah nontonin semua filmnya mereka. That was such a good experiences.
Ceritanya beberapa hari lalu, saya gak sengaja nonton ulang film Ready Player One yang diputar di salah satu saluran televisi. Kebetulan di situ ada scene dari film The Shining karya Stanley Kubrick dan terbersitlah pemikiran kalau saya mau nonton ulang The Shining karena terakhir saya menonton film tersebut adalah dua atau tiga tahun lalu. The Shining adalah film pertama Kubrick yang saya tonton, it leaves me a strange yet amazing feeling afterwards. Tapi pas saya tonton ulang ternyata perasaan yang mengendap setelahnya masih sama. Alhasil isenglah saya menonton film beliau yang lain. Dr Strangelove. Lah bagus banget. A Clockwork Orange. Lah ngaco lebih bagus lagi. A Space Oddysey. Weit, apa-apaan nih Kubrick. Yaudah gak kerasa 3 hari kemarin saya marathon film-filmnya Kubrick dan…. DAMN, I WORSHIP HIM AS MUCH AS I WORSHIP LANTHIMOS.
Akhirnya saya menemukan perwakilan kepala saya yang lain. Saya s e s u k a itu sama semua filmnya. S e m u a. Apalagi The Killing sama Eyes Wide Shut. Saat menonton film-filmnya saya seakan berbicara pada diri sendiri dan rasanya mau berterimakasih sama Tuhan karena sudah melahirkan manusia seperti Stanley Kubrick. Semoga ia damai dalam kematiannya.
Sebenernya udah lama banget saya gak merasa seantusias dan sesenang ini karena film. Tapi, terima kasih Kubrick, akhirnya saya menemukan lagi perasaan meluap-luap itu. Saat ini saya bisa bilang kalau sutradara favorit saya adalah Lanthimos dan Kubrick. Dan saat ini juga, saya gak sabar buat menjelajahi film-film lain supaya saya bisa terus menambah daftar nama sutradara favorit saya.
Agata Trzebuchowska fou Ida Lebenstein/Anna a Ida (2013), pel·lícula polonesa-danesa de 2013 digirida per Paweł Pawlikowski. La trama se situa en l'any 1962 i tracta d'una jove catòlica amb vocació de monja que està a punt d'assumir els vots monàstics. El drama, rodat en blanc i negre, va ser proclamat millor pel·lícula dels Premis del Cinema Europeu i va guanyar l'Oscar a la millor pel·lícula de parla no anglesa de 2014.
Sinopsi: Polònia, 1960. Anna (Agata Trzebuchowska), una novícia òrfena que està a punt de fer-se monja, descobreix que té un parent viu: una germana de la seva mare que no va voler fer-se càrrec d'ella de nena. La mare superiora obliga a Anna a visitar-la abans de prendre els hàbits. La tia, una jutgessa desencantada i alcohòlica, compta a la seva neboda que el seu veritable nom és Ida Lebenstein, que és jueva i que el tràgic destí de la seva família es remunta a la terrible època de l'ocupació nazi.
Premis: Oscar millor pel·lícula parla no anglesa. BAFTA millor pel·lícula. Goya millor pel·lícula europea.
Scorpions
Return to Forever
2015 Sony Music Germany
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Tracks:
01. Going out with a Bang
02. We Built This House
03. Rock My Car
04. House of Cards
05. All for One
06. Rock ‘n’ Roll Band
07. Catch Your Luck and Play
08. Rollin’ Home
09. Hard Rockin’ the Place
10. Eye of the Storm
11. The Scratch
12. Gypsy Life
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Nikolai wants to be surprised that the wards are weakest by the Benford house, but it just seems like exactly what he should have expected. He sits on the steps as people gather: Mikhail arriving with Josef and Amaranth in the Jeep, Sakura coming in with two people that he doesn’t recognize in her little sedan. Val and Alia walk to the house, Alia in leonine form until she shifts to become her human self after arrival.
“It’d probably be easiest if you aren’t here today,” Val says. “It is highly likely that there will be some localized disturbances as we work on the wards around these two houses today. Josef and Mikhail will be doing weather work with Amaranth, so I’m expecting bursts there. Sakura will assist both them and me, and Ethan and Marybelle will be coming in a bit to lend their strength. Unless someone is participating,” she glances at the house, “I’d recommend leaving. It might be messy.”
“Alaric’s already gone,” Nikolai says. He’d seen the hound lope into the woods just as he and Seth arrived, Mac trailing after. “Seth’s inside, but we can head out soon. I just wanted to see my brothers.”
They’d spent most of the evening together, after everything had calmed down. Nikolai already knew about the planned work, and their worries about a failure that might let the Shadows inside the first grove. Seth had wondered aloud about the other groves—and other wards—and Josef had outlined their plans to redo the wards from the inside out, in wider arcs around this pair of houses.
The theory was over Nikolai’s head, but it seemed valid given what little he knew. It also sounded like it was going to be a lot of work that he wasn’t able to help with.
“Does your Mage plan on staying?” Val looks past Nikolai, her voice raised slightly as a small smirk tilts her lips. “He seems like he’d be interested in seeing how the wards are constructed.”
The door opens, Pawel emerging with Seth close behind. “He is,” he says easily. “But I also don’t want to be blamed if something goes wrong. I don’t know if my magic will blend well with yours, and I’m not familiar with your rituals. We’ve caused enough trouble here already, and you need to be secure in your ability to protect your people. So it’s better if I get out of your hair.”
Val nods, the smile widening. “Good thoughts. Is there anyone left inside?”
Pawel shakes his head. “Nik, Heather, and Carolyn headed out earlier. Carolyn said something about trying to figure out how places here might fit in with cards that she has, or how to work without Kit’s art. I think she’s exploring how her Talent can interact in this world, and the others are going along to keep her company and out of trouble. Mattie’s not around, and Mac and Alaric are training elsewhere. I actually… I was thinking I could take Seth and Nikolai out for a driving lesson in the Jeep, if Mikhail and Josef don’t mind.”
“Treat her well,” Mikhail says.
Pawel puts a hand over his heart. “As if she were my own.”
Pawel joins Mikhail by the Jeep, accepting the keys. Nikolai stays on the top step, watching the others disperse, while Seth stays next to him. Seth puts his hands on Nikolai’s waist, nudging him until he moves one step down and brings them to a more even height.
Seth rests his hands atop Nikolai’s shoulders, leaning in forehead to forehead. “Hey,” he murmurs, and the world narrows down to just the two of them.
Nikolai smiles, tilting his head to let Seth feel that smile against his own lips. “Hey,” he murmurs back. “You ready for another driving lesson?”
“Yes,” Seth answers, following quickly with, “and no. Pawel says he knows the area, but I’m wary of the wards.”
Nikolai thinks about the idea of scanners, and how they have no idea how the humans track and hunt them. “Same,” he murmurs quietly, kissing Seth instead of saying more. After all, it’s not like they have a choice. They have to leave the house; driving lessons are a good option. That doesn’t mean they have to rush, however. Nikolai wraps up in Seth, takes comfort in his closeness, and lingers over the taste of his lips.
He pulls back when Pawel coughs loudly.
Pawel stands there, dangling Mikhail’s keys. Beyond him, Mikhail looks like he’s trying to bite back a grin. “Who’s going first?” Pawel asks, and when Seth raises a hand, Pawel tosses him the keys.
When Nikolai opens the back door of the Jeep, Pawel stops him and points to the front. “Go ahead,” Pawel directs. “I can instruct just as well from the back seat as from the front, and I don’t think the old laws about having a licensed driver in the passenger seat exactly apply here right now.”
Seth buckles himself in and adjusts the seat and mirrors while Nikolai climbs in. By the time Nikolai’s strapped in and ready, the Jeep is rumbling and Seth has it in reverse, one foot on the clutch as he waits.
Seth’s tongue pokes out as he focuses on pressing down the gas carefully and easing up on the clutch. The Jeep lurches backwards but doesn’t stall, and he manages to stop it before he circles backwards into Sakura’s sedan. He switches to first gear and slowly pulls out.
“Not bad,” Nikolai says.
Seth darts a quick glare at him. “Laugh at me and I will laugh harder at you when it’s your turn again.”
Pawel leans his elbows on the seat between them, stretching the seat belt that straps him into the middle of the back. “Mikhail had an entire set of directions for a planned route, but I only caught about half of it. I’ve been to Haverhill a couple of times back home, and spent some time becoming familiar with the area in case we need to go back. I’m absolutely certain that they will be our allies, especially if we end up at war against the Shadows. The only problem with that is convincing Alaric’s Clan that we shouldn’t be going to war against the Mages instead. They’ve resisted so far, but I think we still have some work to do there.”
He points at the dirt road ahead of them. “Keep going this way until we get to the main house, then turn onto the main approach. There are some side roads we can take and turn around to get back, or we can just take the approach down to the road, and drive into town.”
“I’m good with going into town.” Seth inches along carefully, the Jeep rocking when he shifts from first into second gear, then again into third. It bumps over the uneven ground, moving faster than Nikolai feels comfortable, and Seth stomps on the brake when they spot the house approaching far too quickly. He stalls out before making the corner, but gets started quickly again.
Nikolai spots Ethan as they drive past the first grove. Ethan is standing under a localized rain storm, water pouring over his head as he gestures at someone Nikolai can’t see, further out in the trees.
Nikolai isn’t sure the warding is going well. Or maybe that’s a good sign, he can’t tell. Val did mention localized weather issues.
Seth drives slowly around town, exploring further out than they’ve been before. Nikolai spots the second grove on the way to town, and the third grove. He sees what might be the fourth grove, or possibly the final if they’ve gone far enough out. It’s possible he missed one. The houses are farther apart here, more land and some farms in between as they reach the edges of the old town. It’s strange to think that the boundaries of Havenhill just stop, and they can keep going. There are no walls, no specific lights to keep the Shadows out.
Only magic.
Seth pulls over on the side of the road, stopping with only a small jerk and shudder, and manages to shut the car off before it stalls. He pulls the keys out and hands them across. “Ready?”
Nikolai closes his hand around the keys, tugs a little to pull Seth closer. He wants to kiss him, but he’s all too aware of Pawel leaning over the seats, watching them. Instead he just leans there for a moment, and when Seth tilts his head, Nikolai gives in to impulse and takes the kiss Seth offers until Pawel clears his throat.
“Maybe I shouldn’t teach you two to drive, because at the rate you’re going, you’re going to discover the joys of parking,” Pawel says dryly.
Nikolai frowns. “What?”
“Parking the car in a remote place so you can—” Pawel cuts off, closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Never mind.”
“We have a house,” Seth says. “We’ve had no lack of privacy for the last few years. But I do remember Mikhail taking his girlfriend out for a drive after Nikolai and I caught them making out in the family room when Mikhail was in high school.” Seth shrugs, and Nikolai blinks because at that time, he hadn’t thought anything of it. Looking back on it now, this makes sense.
Nikolai takes the keys and slides out of his seat. Once he’s settled in the driver’s seat after swapping with Seth, his nerves come back. He touches the wheel, and remembers going down that small highway towards Albany, while Mikhail reassured him that everything would be fine. Except it wouldn’t be. It couldn’t be. If they were approaching a city, then they approached humanity, and humanity was a danger to them.
This time a long road with only a few houses visibly dotting the landscape stretches out ahead of him.
Maybe this way is safe.
“If you turn down that next road, we should head back towards Havenhill,” Pawel says, leaning in to point at the front window, and off to the left.
“You think we left?” Seth asks, and Pawel shakes his head.
“I think we’re still inside the outer grove, but not by much. If you look, those are actively farmed fields. On the one side, everything’s ready for planting, once the warm weather comes, and these likely aren’t overseen by Amaranth and her magic. On the other side, there’s equipment, like they’re still getting ready.” Pawel points to the fields, where it looks as if tall grass or hay has been cut down in the past. “I’d guess these are the wheat fields, or possibly oats. Some kind of grains, to make the breads that we’ve eaten. They’d need a lot of space for those, and they wouldn’t need to rely on magic to produce them. Seasonal would be fine, which makes sense to do it on the outskirts, where land is plentiful.”
Nikolai turns down the road, which is narrow and made of stone instead of pavement. The Jeep rumbles along the rough surface, but he’s pleased to make the turn without stalling. It still seems weird to try to shift, clutch, and turn all at once, but it’s getting easier. He’ll get the hang of it eventually.
The sun goes behind a cloud, and shadows stretch across the field, mixed with narrow streaks of light where the sun tries to shine through. Pawel sits back, gaze drifting to watch the fields instead of the road ahead.
Seth’s hand covers Nikolai’s on the gear shift. “Keep going straight,” he says, and Nikolai nods.
The field ends as the forest encroaches. Nikolai looks for the lemon trees, but doesn’t spot them. He wonders if he’s driving parallel to a grove or if he could cut across one, and if the groves are actual circles or ovals radiating out from the center. If they are irregular, it would be easy to pass in and out of the border, and he doesn’t like that idea.
Pawel moves quickly in the back seat, turning to look from one side to the other.
“What?” Seth asks.
“I thought I saw something moving,” Pawel says.
“In the shadows?”
Pawel hesitates, and Nikolai’s fingers tighten on the steering wheel.
“Between the trees,” Pawel responds, and he doesn’t mention shadows again.
Nikolai slows down, and Pawel leans forward again. There’s a sharp sting in Nikolai’s shoulder when Pawel’s fingers brush against him, and Pawel quickly leans away. “Sorry,” Pawel says. “My magic’s just under my skin.”
“You remember what we said about using Talent and calling Shadows, right?” Seth’s words sting more sharply than Pawel’s magic. “You need to calm down.”
“Want me to stop?” Nikolai asks.
“Turn left when you see a road,” Pawel says, his voice tight. “That’ll circle us back toward the center of the groves again.”
Nikolai spots a driveway heading off to the right, up a hill with a house sitting at the top. It’s dark despite the cloudy day, and it doesn’t feel at all inviting. There are no marks here, no sign that people have passed through or that people might live here.
There are only houses, distant from each other, with trees crowded in around. Nikolai passes three driveways before Seth touches his hand, points. “There, that break is a road, I think.”
“Shit,” Pawel whispers, and the world flickers dark around them, just for a moment. Then sun breaks through and Pawel grabs Nikolai’s shoulder, squeezes hard as sparks prickle through him. “We’re outside the wards. Turn around and go back. We can’t be sure that road will take us there.”
“Nik.” Anxiety thick in the air around them. Seth’s fear, rising until it could choke Nikolai, as if he didn’t already have any of his own. Because there are Shadows here. So many Shadows, bearing down on them, racing as if they fly low along the ground, running toward the Jeep.
One swarms up to the windshield, presses it’s face against the glass and shrieks, “Go back!”
“Oh my God.” Pawel scrambles backwards, half standing in the back seat. “Turn around, Nikolai. Turn around now.”
Turn around.
Turn the car on this narrow road, with Seth’s fear choking him and Pawel clutching at his chest in the back seat. Nikolai swings the wheel, twists the car to the left and feels one tire drop lower than the other, into a small ditch on the side of the road. He shoves his foot down as if he could put it through the floor of the Jeep, slams the gear shift into reverse. He tries to put both the gas and the clutch down at the same time, pulling his foot off the clutch as the Jeep leaps backwards and he twists the wheel again, popping out of the ditch and rolling backwards into another.
The Jeep stalls when he slams on the brakes, just shy of a tree.
His heart hammers in his chest, and the same Shadow is now behind them, face pressed against the rear window. “Go!” it shrieks, the word echoing inside his heart as much as his ears.
Nikolai puts the Jeep in first gear, twists the key, and revs it hard as it leaps forward, bumping quickly down the road. The engine sounds like it’s going to die before he manages to get it into second gear, then third.
He’s in fourth gear before Pawel slumps on the seat and turns around, staring behind them.
The Shadows are following.
“We’re inside the grove,” Pawel mumbles. “We’re inside the wards. I felt them snap back around us and the Shadows are still following us.”
Following them. Fuck, one is clinging to the back of the car, shifting in and out of view as Nikolai swerves. “One is holding on,” Nikolai yells.
“Yes,” Pawel says. “Yes, she is. God, Rory was right. They’re people. Just like Mattie said. They’re real people, who were real people before they Emerged. They have faces. Names. They were people once, and it’s her. It’s Chelsea.”
“Pawel,” the Shadow whispers, a soft hiss in the air around them. “Run.”
Seth’s anxiety eases, calm slowly suffusing the atmosphere. Seth sets his hand on top of Nikolai’s, covering him and holding on. Nikolai feels a low exhale pushed through his body, rushing out of his lungs. Tears leak from the corners of his eyes as his body shakes.
“Run, fast,” the Shadow whispers. “Run from the Shadows.” She clings resolutely to the Jeep, and Nikolai thinks that he could get rid of her if he could stop driving long enough to bring the light of dreams out. If he and Seth could attack.
But if he stops, the Shadows are going to catch them.
“What do I do?” he asks, taking a corner far too quickly, the Jeep’s tires squealing as he does so.
“I think she’s trying to help us,” Pawel says quietly. “Chelsea says run, so we run, and we hope that when we get back inside the first grove the rest of them can’t follow.”
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