Wollte ich einfach mal wissen, damit ich jemanden zum quatschen hab.... ^_^ mfg
Niemand? Naja ihr könnt mir auch ne mail schreiben: SSj3pan@web.de
Bislang hatte Takeo nicht gewusst, was Menschen einander antun können, nichts von den wilden Schlachten der Clans. Doch als seine Familie ermordet wird und er selbst dem Tod nur knapp entkommt, verbindet er sein Schicksal mit dem Clan der Otori. Denn Otori Shigeru selbst war es, der ihm mit dem Schlangenschwert das Leben rettete. Von ihm lernt Takeo die Bräuche der Clans. Neben Schwertkampf und Etikette widmet er sich jedoch noch anderen, dunkleren Künste: seiner Fähigkeit an zwei Orten zugleich zu sein, sich unsichtbar zu machen, seinem außergewöhnlichem Gehör. Ohne diese Fähigkeiten würde er nicht überleben, mit ihnen aber gerät Takeo in eine Welt der Lügen, der Geheimnisse und der Rache. Und seine Liebe zu Kaede, deren Schönheit die Menschen verstummen lässt, zieht ihn noch tiefer hinein in das Ränkespiel der Clans ... Hab ich aus dem internet
danke vielmals. Jetzt werde ich mir das Buch auf jedenfall kaufen... ;-)
man, das ding is echt sauteuer! 18€. Wünschs mir zum Geburtstag, soviel money hab ich net.
tut mir sorry. Aber meine Mutter gibt mir die kohle, also kann ichs mir morgen kaufen, ohne scheiß jetzt :-)
jip. man das ist echt sauteuer. Gottseidank schenkts mir meine Mutter. Mein kleiner bruder ist grade in London mit meim Vater und wird da wahrscheinlich mit geschenken zugeschtophdt, sie sagt, es wär nur gerecht, wenn ich das buch kriegen täte.
coool....ich möchte auch mal nach london
wie alt bist du eigentlich wenn ich fragen darf
wie alt bist du eigentlich wenn ich fragen darf
13. wohne in siegen. hab mir vorhin (am vormittag) das buch gekauft und bin schon bei seite 203! Das ist so krass ey... Kaufe mir am montag der Pfad im Schnee(Fortsetzung) und weiß auch mittlerweile warum du Lady Maruyama heißt. wie alt bist du? wo whonst du?
ragga
ragga
is egal. ich bin jetzt weg bis morgen, muss weiterlesen(grins) weißt du zufällig, wie der dritte teil heißt? (ichmussauchaa)
ich glaube den 3.teil gibts noch nicht hab jetzt endlich den 2.teil.... muss aber noch den 1 zu ende lesen
nicht ganz soooo toll..... aber shigeru find ich cool und lady maruyama
wir könnten uns heute gegen 18 uhr hier treffen? -ich find Takeo ziehmlich cool. Aber shigeru auch. hab das Buch jetzt durch und finds schade, das shigeru geköpft wird. Naja, kaufe mir in dennächsten tagen den zweiten Band
ragga
ragga
jetzt hast du mir doch das ende verraten *heulz* naja dann bis 18.00uhr
sorry. kann aber sein, dass ich doch nicht kann, mein bruder ist grade zurück gekommen, und wenn mein Vater im kaufrausch ist... naja, die ham ne menge mitgebracht, könnten wir das auch morgen vertagen?
ach ja, ich hab jetzt genug kohle, um mir morgen den zweiten teil zu kaufen ;-)
ach ja, ich hab jetzt genug kohle, um mir morgen den zweiten teil zu kaufen ;-)
Heute kauf ich mir den zweiten Band. Lass heute hier treffen, so gegen halb sieben.
ich habe den ersten band begeistert gelesen und warte nun schon lange auf den zweiten. meine frage jetzt: ist der zweite band jetzt schon draußen und wenn ja ist er dann auch auf deutsch ^^?
Sorry, hab gelesen (im pfad im Schnee) und die Zeit vergessen. DAS ÌST SO GEIL! Bin bei seite 170. Bis morgen.
Werde versuchen, soviel wie möglich über den(offensichtlich noch nicht erschienenen) dritten Band herauszufinden und die Ergebnisse hier reinlinken. Ab morgen mittag sind wir für zwei wochen in urlaub, dat heißt wia sint wech. tschütz.
Hier ist schon was, anscheinend ist der Band in england schon erschienen...:
www.theotori.com/bookgeneral/default.asp
hat aber andere Titel als die deutsche übersetzung, handelt sich aber zweifelsfrei um die Triologie der clan der Otori. Ich geh jetzt gucken, wann das in deutschland kommt, und versuche es mal mit ner google übersetzung von der Seite, kommt gleich...
www.theotori.com/bookgeneral/default.asp
hat aber andere Titel als die deutsche übersetzung, handelt sich aber zweifelsfrei um die Triologie der clan der Otori. Ich geh jetzt gucken, wann das in deutschland kommt, und versuche es mal mit ner google übersetzung von der Seite, kommt gleich...
mist, funzt net. bin heut abend gegen ach wieder da, hab das buch jetzt durch(den 2. Teil)
ich bin hier! hab mir mal den klappentext von dem 3.band übersetzt naja oder eher gesagt das internet hats übersetzt
mir google oder wie? Kann im übrigen auch aus den Ferien jetzt posten, die ham hier son Internet-Pc stehen, halt mich auf dem Laufenden. Ich such jetzt mal weiter nach Informationen über den Erscheinungstermin in Deutschland.
hier ist ein Auszug aus dem dritten Ban(across the nightingale Floor) leider auf englisch...
In the distance I could hear with acute clarity the drumming sound of a galloping horse. As the hoofbeats drew nearer I had the sense of forward memory that comes to you in dreams. I knew who I was going to see, framed between the shrine gates. I had never seen him before in my life, but my mother had held him up to us as a sort of ogre with which to frighten us into obedience: Don’t stray on the mountain, don’t play by the river, or Iida will get you! I recognized him at once. Iida Sadamu, lord of the Tohan. The horse reared and whinnied at the smell of blood. Iida sat as still as if he were cast in iron. He was clad from head to foot in black armor, his helmet crowned with antlers. He wore a short black beard beneath his cruel mouth. His eyes were bright, like a man hunting deer.
Those bright eyes met mine. I knew at once two things about him: first, that he was afraid of nothing in heaven or on earth; second, that he loved to kill for the sake of killing. Now that he had seen me, there was no hope.
His sword was in his hand. The only thing that saved me was the horse’s reluctance to pass beneath the gate. It reared again, prancing backwards. Iida shouted. The men already inside the shrine turned and saw me, crying out in their rough Tohan accents. I grabbed the last of the incense, hardly noticing as it seared my hand, and ran out through the gates. As the horse shied towards me I thrust the incense against its flank. It reared over me, its huge feet flailing past my cheeks. I heard the hiss of the sword descending through the air. I was aware of the Tohan all around me. It did not seem possible that they could miss me, but I felt as if I had split in two. I saw Iida’s sword fall on me, yet I was untouched by it. I lunged at the horse again. It gave a snort of pain and a savage series of bucks. Iida, unbalanced by the sword thrust that had somehow missed its target, fell forward over its neck and slid heavily to the ground.
Horror gripped me, and in its wake panic. I had unhorsed the lord of the Tohan. There would be no limit to the torture and pain to atone for such an act. I should have thrown myself to the ground and demanded death. But I knew I did not want to die. Something stirred in my blood, telling me I would not die before Iida. I would see him dead first.
I knew nothing of the wars of the clans, nothing of their rigid codes and their feuds. I had spent my whole life among the Hidden, who are forbidden to kill and taught to forgive each other. But at that moment Revenge took me as a pupil. I recognized her at once and learned her lessons instantly. She was what I desired; she would save me from the feeling that I was a living ghost. In that split second I took her into my heart. I kicked out at the man closest to me, getting him between the legs, sank my teeth into a hand that grabbed my wrist, broke away from them, and ran towards the forest.
Three of them came after me. They were bigger than I was and could run faster, but I knew the ground, and darkness was falling. So was the rain, heavier now, making the steep tracks of the mountain slippery and treacherous. Two of the men kept calling out to me, telling me what they would take great pleasure in doing to me, swearing at me in words whose meaning I could only guess, but the third ran silently, and he was the one I was afraid of. The other two might turn back after a while, get back to their maize liquor or whatever foul brew the Tohan got drunk on, and claim to have lost me on the mountain, but this other one would never give up. He would pursue me forever until he had killed me.
As the track steepened near the waterfall the two noisy ones dropped back a bit, but the third quickened his pace as an animal will when it runs uphill. We passed by the shrine; a bird was pecking at the millet and it flew off with a flash of green and white in its wings. The track curved a little round the trunk of a huge cedar, and as I ran with stone legs and sobbing breath past the tree, someone rose out of its shadow and blocked the path in front of me.
I ran straight into him. He grunted as though I had winded him, but he held me immediately. He looked in my face and I saw something flicker in his eyes: surprise, recognition. Whatever it was, it made him grip me more tightly. There was no getting away this time. I heard the Tohan man stop, then the heavy footfalls of the other two coming up behind him.
“Excuse me, sir,” said the man I feared, his voice steady. “You have apprehended the criminal we were chasing. Thank you.”
The man holding me turned me round to face my pursuers. I wanted to cry out to him, to plead with him, but I knew it was no use. I could feel the soft fabric of his clothes, the smoothness of his hands. He was some sort of lord, no doubt, just like Iida. They were all of the same cut. He would do nothing to help me. I kept silent, thought of the prayers my mother had taught me, thought fleetingly of the bird.
“What has this criminal done?” the lord asked.
The man in front of me had a long face, like a wolf’s. “Excuse me,” he said again, less politely. “That is no concern of yours. It is purely the business of Iida Sadamu and the Tohan.”
“Unnh!” the lord grunted. “Is that so? And who might you be to tell me what is and what is not my concern?”
“Just hand him over!” the wolf man snarled, all politeness gone. As he stepped forward, I knew suddenly that the lord was not going to hand me over. With one neat movement he twisted me behind his back and let go of me. I heard for the second time in my life the hiss of the warrior’s sword as it is brought to life. The wolf man drew out a knife. The other two had poles. The lord raised the sword with both hands, sidestepped under one of the poles, lopped off the head of the man holding it, came back at the wolf man, and took off the right arm, still holding the knife.
It happened in a moment, yet took an eternity. It happened in the last of the light, in the rain, but when I close my eyes I can still see every detail.
The headless body fell with a thud and a gush of blood, the head rolling down the slope. The third man dropped his stick and ran backwards, calling for help. The wolf man was on his knees, trying to stanch the blood from the stump at his elbow. He did not groan or speak.
The lord wiped the sword and returned it to its sheath in his belt. “Come on,” he said to me.
I stood shaking, unable to move. This man had appeared from nowhere. He had killed in front of my eyes to save my life. I dropped to the ground before him, trying to find the words to thank him.
“Get up,” he said. “The rest of them will be after us in a moment.”
“I can’t leave,” I managed to say. “I must find my mother.”
“Not now. Now is the time for us to run!” He pulled me to my feet, and began to hurry me up the slope. “What happened down there?”
“They burned the village and killed...” The memory of my stepfather came back to me and I could not go on.
“Hidden?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“It’s happening all over the province. Iida is stirring up hatred against them everywhere. I suppose you’re one of them?”
“Yes.” I was shivering. Although it was still late summer and the rain was warm, I had never felt so cold. “But that wasn’t only why they were after me. I caused Lord Iida to fall from his horse.”
To my amazement the lord began to snort with laughter. “That would have been worth seeing! But it places you doubly in danger. It’s an insult he’ll have to wipe out. Still, you are under my protection now. I won’t let Iida take you from me.”
“You saved my life,” I said. “It belongs to you from this day on.”
For some reason that made him laugh again. “We have a long walk, on empty stomachs and with wet garments. We must be over the range before daybreak, when they will come after us.” He strode off at great speed, and I ran after him, willing my legs not to shake, my teeth not to chatter. I didn’t even know his name, but I wanted him to be proud of me, never to regret that he had saved my life.
“I am Otori Shigeru,” he said as we began the climb to the pass. “Of the Otori clan, from Hagi. But while I’m on the road I don’t use that name, so don’t you use it either.”
Hagi was as distant as the moon to me, and although I had heard of the Otori, I knew nothing about them except that they had been defeated by the Tohan at a great battle ten years earlier on the plain of Yaegahara.
“What’s your name, boy?”
“Tomasu.”
“That’s a common name among the Hidden. Better get rid of it.” He said nothing for a while, and then spoke briefly out of the darkness. “You can be called Takeo.”
And so between the waterfall and the top of the mountain I lost my name, became someone new, and joined my destiny with the Otori.
In the distance I could hear with acute clarity the drumming sound of a galloping horse. As the hoofbeats drew nearer I had the sense of forward memory that comes to you in dreams. I knew who I was going to see, framed between the shrine gates. I had never seen him before in my life, but my mother had held him up to us as a sort of ogre with which to frighten us into obedience: Don’t stray on the mountain, don’t play by the river, or Iida will get you! I recognized him at once. Iida Sadamu, lord of the Tohan. The horse reared and whinnied at the smell of blood. Iida sat as still as if he were cast in iron. He was clad from head to foot in black armor, his helmet crowned with antlers. He wore a short black beard beneath his cruel mouth. His eyes were bright, like a man hunting deer.
Those bright eyes met mine. I knew at once two things about him: first, that he was afraid of nothing in heaven or on earth; second, that he loved to kill for the sake of killing. Now that he had seen me, there was no hope.
His sword was in his hand. The only thing that saved me was the horse’s reluctance to pass beneath the gate. It reared again, prancing backwards. Iida shouted. The men already inside the shrine turned and saw me, crying out in their rough Tohan accents. I grabbed the last of the incense, hardly noticing as it seared my hand, and ran out through the gates. As the horse shied towards me I thrust the incense against its flank. It reared over me, its huge feet flailing past my cheeks. I heard the hiss of the sword descending through the air. I was aware of the Tohan all around me. It did not seem possible that they could miss me, but I felt as if I had split in two. I saw Iida’s sword fall on me, yet I was untouched by it. I lunged at the horse again. It gave a snort of pain and a savage series of bucks. Iida, unbalanced by the sword thrust that had somehow missed its target, fell forward over its neck and slid heavily to the ground.
Horror gripped me, and in its wake panic. I had unhorsed the lord of the Tohan. There would be no limit to the torture and pain to atone for such an act. I should have thrown myself to the ground and demanded death. But I knew I did not want to die. Something stirred in my blood, telling me I would not die before Iida. I would see him dead first.
I knew nothing of the wars of the clans, nothing of their rigid codes and their feuds. I had spent my whole life among the Hidden, who are forbidden to kill and taught to forgive each other. But at that moment Revenge took me as a pupil. I recognized her at once and learned her lessons instantly. She was what I desired; she would save me from the feeling that I was a living ghost. In that split second I took her into my heart. I kicked out at the man closest to me, getting him between the legs, sank my teeth into a hand that grabbed my wrist, broke away from them, and ran towards the forest.
Three of them came after me. They were bigger than I was and could run faster, but I knew the ground, and darkness was falling. So was the rain, heavier now, making the steep tracks of the mountain slippery and treacherous. Two of the men kept calling out to me, telling me what they would take great pleasure in doing to me, swearing at me in words whose meaning I could only guess, but the third ran silently, and he was the one I was afraid of. The other two might turn back after a while, get back to their maize liquor or whatever foul brew the Tohan got drunk on, and claim to have lost me on the mountain, but this other one would never give up. He would pursue me forever until he had killed me.
As the track steepened near the waterfall the two noisy ones dropped back a bit, but the third quickened his pace as an animal will when it runs uphill. We passed by the shrine; a bird was pecking at the millet and it flew off with a flash of green and white in its wings. The track curved a little round the trunk of a huge cedar, and as I ran with stone legs and sobbing breath past the tree, someone rose out of its shadow and blocked the path in front of me.
I ran straight into him. He grunted as though I had winded him, but he held me immediately. He looked in my face and I saw something flicker in his eyes: surprise, recognition. Whatever it was, it made him grip me more tightly. There was no getting away this time. I heard the Tohan man stop, then the heavy footfalls of the other two coming up behind him.
“Excuse me, sir,” said the man I feared, his voice steady. “You have apprehended the criminal we were chasing. Thank you.”
The man holding me turned me round to face my pursuers. I wanted to cry out to him, to plead with him, but I knew it was no use. I could feel the soft fabric of his clothes, the smoothness of his hands. He was some sort of lord, no doubt, just like Iida. They were all of the same cut. He would do nothing to help me. I kept silent, thought of the prayers my mother had taught me, thought fleetingly of the bird.
“What has this criminal done?” the lord asked.
The man in front of me had a long face, like a wolf’s. “Excuse me,” he said again, less politely. “That is no concern of yours. It is purely the business of Iida Sadamu and the Tohan.”
“Unnh!” the lord grunted. “Is that so? And who might you be to tell me what is and what is not my concern?”
“Just hand him over!” the wolf man snarled, all politeness gone. As he stepped forward, I knew suddenly that the lord was not going to hand me over. With one neat movement he twisted me behind his back and let go of me. I heard for the second time in my life the hiss of the warrior’s sword as it is brought to life. The wolf man drew out a knife. The other two had poles. The lord raised the sword with both hands, sidestepped under one of the poles, lopped off the head of the man holding it, came back at the wolf man, and took off the right arm, still holding the knife.
It happened in a moment, yet took an eternity. It happened in the last of the light, in the rain, but when I close my eyes I can still see every detail.
The headless body fell with a thud and a gush of blood, the head rolling down the slope. The third man dropped his stick and ran backwards, calling for help. The wolf man was on his knees, trying to stanch the blood from the stump at his elbow. He did not groan or speak.
The lord wiped the sword and returned it to its sheath in his belt. “Come on,” he said to me.
I stood shaking, unable to move. This man had appeared from nowhere. He had killed in front of my eyes to save my life. I dropped to the ground before him, trying to find the words to thank him.
“Get up,” he said. “The rest of them will be after us in a moment.”
“I can’t leave,” I managed to say. “I must find my mother.”
“Not now. Now is the time for us to run!” He pulled me to my feet, and began to hurry me up the slope. “What happened down there?”
“They burned the village and killed...” The memory of my stepfather came back to me and I could not go on.
“Hidden?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“It’s happening all over the province. Iida is stirring up hatred against them everywhere. I suppose you’re one of them?”
“Yes.” I was shivering. Although it was still late summer and the rain was warm, I had never felt so cold. “But that wasn’t only why they were after me. I caused Lord Iida to fall from his horse.”
To my amazement the lord began to snort with laughter. “That would have been worth seeing! But it places you doubly in danger. It’s an insult he’ll have to wipe out. Still, you are under my protection now. I won’t let Iida take you from me.”
“You saved my life,” I said. “It belongs to you from this day on.”
For some reason that made him laugh again. “We have a long walk, on empty stomachs and with wet garments. We must be over the range before daybreak, when they will come after us.” He strode off at great speed, and I ran after him, willing my legs not to shake, my teeth not to chatter. I didn’t even know his name, but I wanted him to be proud of me, never to regret that he had saved my life.
“I am Otori Shigeru,” he said as we began the climb to the pass. “Of the Otori clan, from Hagi. But while I’m on the road I don’t use that name, so don’t you use it either.”
Hagi was as distant as the moon to me, and although I had heard of the Otori, I knew nothing about them except that they had been defeated by the Tohan at a great battle ten years earlier on the plain of Yaegahara.
“What’s your name, boy?”
“Tomasu.”
“That’s a common name among the Hidden. Better get rid of it.” He said nothing for a while, and then spoke briefly out of the darkness. “You can be called Takeo.”
And so between the waterfall and the top of the mountain I lost my name, became someone new, and joined my destiny with the Otori.
das ist das 1 buch hier das ist vom dritten:
Lian Hearn's third installment in the Tales of the Otori series Brilliance of the Moon brings a mystical and violent conclusion to the saga of Takeo Otori as he fulfills his destiny to reclaim the Otori lands. At the climax of Grass for his Pillow, Takeo's passion for his beloved Kaede was finally realized with their secret and forbidden wedding. As spring approaches, Takeo and Kaede prepare for war and embark on a campaign to reclaim their respective realms. But just when victory seems certain, Hearn characteristically uproots her characters with unseen treachery and the two lovers are again separated. Takeo must summon courage from his conflicted heritage as he marches towards his destiny. The fates of other Otori characters are also determined in a succinct and magical finale.
Lian Hearn's third installment in the Tales of the Otori series Brilliance of the Moon brings a mystical and violent conclusion to the saga of Takeo Otori as he fulfills his destiny to reclaim the Otori lands. At the climax of Grass for his Pillow, Takeo's passion for his beloved Kaede was finally realized with their secret and forbidden wedding. As spring approaches, Takeo and Kaede prepare for war and embark on a campaign to reclaim their respective realms. But just when victory seems certain, Hearn characteristically uproots her characters with unseen treachery and the two lovers are again separated. Takeo must summon courage from his conflicted heritage as he marches towards his destiny. The fates of other Otori characters are also determined in a succinct and magical finale.
oh, sry.hätt ich merken müssen, aber ich habs nich durchgelesen, weil ich in eile war. verdammt, es muss doch einen erscheinungstermin für deutschland geben...
thx für den text ;-)
thx für den text ;-)
welches ist jetzt das neue, brilliance of the moon, oder across the nightingale floor? (verwirrt sei)
der dritte Teil ist wirklich noch nicht draußen... schade. Aber der erste Teil wird jetzt verfilmt!(freu) ...
brilliance of the moon ist das neue, hier kommt noch was über Lian Hearn...Lian Hearn studied modern languages at Oxford University and worked as a film critic and arts editor in London before settling in Australia. A lifelong interest in Japan led to the study of the Japanese language, many trips to Japan and culminated in the writing of the TALES OF THE OTORI trilogy.
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bin weg für heute. ach ja, registrier dich doch mal, dann kann ich sehen, wenn du da bist!
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also ich hab das zweite buch jetzt auch durch ^^
vielen danke @Lady Maruyama und @raggaman.
nun heißt es wieder warten -.- ich hoffe der dritte teil kommt schnell raus...maialis
vielen danke @Lady Maruyama und @raggaman.
nun heißt es wieder warten -.- ich hoffe der dritte teil kommt schnell raus...maialis
wahrscheinlich ist er gerade in der übersetzung... vielleicht kommt er ja noch ende dieses Jahres :-)(hoff) oder leider erst 2005 (schnief, schnorchel,schluck, schluchsz, heul...)
ich denke es wird eher 2005 werden -.- leider, ...
es wäre einfach zu fantastisch wenn der dritte teil noch dieses jahr rauskommen würde...maialis
es wäre einfach zu fantastisch wenn der dritte teil noch dieses jahr rauskommen würde...maialis
der erste teil wird gerade verfilmt(juchuuu), hoffentlich kommt der film bald ins Kino! vielleicht dauerts nicht mehr solange, da muss ich unbedingt rein(hoffentlich schon anfang 2005)
*zurück aus urlaub*
Jaaaaaaaaaa, es gibt noch andere leute die diese Bücher einfach nur genial finden^^.
Jaaaaaaaaaa, es gibt noch andere leute die diese Bücher einfach nur genial finden^^.
was, jetzt schon? wir ham noch 3Woche Ferien(freu)
@bajume: noch wer zum quatschen?
Hallo? Ich sagte:
der erste Teil wird gerade verfilmt...
wie wers mit n bisschen fröhlichkeit? excessives Glücklichsein? Freude? hallo, hört mich wer?
@bajume: noch wer zum quatschen?
Hallo? Ich sagte:
der erste Teil wird gerade verfilmt...
wie wers mit n bisschen fröhlichkeit? excessives Glücklichsein? Freude? hallo, hört mich wer?
jaaa aber mein datenschutzdings ist auf alle cookies sperren und ich darf das auch nicht umstellen -.-
hm, ich mags net so, wenn so gute bücher verfilmt werden ist man meistens hinterher total enttäuscht... die einzige ausnahme war bisher für mich der herr der ringe. auch wenn ich da ab und an was zu monieren hätte^^.
ja, aber ich meine, diese bücher sind so derbe gut, und ich gönn der autorin dafür auch ne menge kohle. guck ma, wenn der film nicht so gut ist, werden leute dazu angeregt sich die bücher zu kaufen um nachzulesen, wies wirklich war und das kann doch nur positiv sein, oder?
Stimmt^^, ich wär als Autorin auch megastolz, wenn mein Buch verfilmt würde. Es macht mich nur immer etwas traurig, wenn dann so Möchtegern-Verfilmungen rauskommen, weil das einfach schade ist und ungerecht gegenüber der Autorin / dem Autor, weil die sich ja viel Mühe gegeben haben beim schreiben.
aber schau dir mal crouching tiger hidden dragon(tiger and dragon) an. Es gab vielleicht kein buch dazu, aber wenn die verfilmung von ,,das schwert in der stille" genauso gut wird dann...
na dann ist ja gut. vorraussichtlich wird der 3 drite teil erst nächstes Jahr erscheinen
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