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Intro. Of course, here you have an introduction of novel with that stable, elegant tone, and the secret of its true nature:
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Introduction
Not all men who walk among us belong to the time we inhabit. Some have been crossing the same streets, breathing the same illusion of humanity, hiding under fine costumes and very old friendly smiles to be pronounced.
Carlisle Cullen was one of them.
His figure always stood out among the crowd, not by ostentation, but for an elegance that seemed inherited from better times. The perfect cut of his suit, the discreet brightness of his twins, the way in which his gaze sustained you with an almost chivalrous respect, as if he took centuries practicing the art of listening.
Few knew that behind that impeccable courtesy and that bearing worthy of the English aristocracy, beating - or rather, pretended to beat - a heart that had ceased to be human ago more than three hundred and fifty years ago.
Carlisle Cullen
@Chanel
Carlisle Cullen
Carlisle Cullen
Replying...
Intro. Of course, here you have an introduction of novel with that stable, elegant tone, and the secret of its true nature:
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Introduction
Not all men who walk among us belong to the time we inhabit. Some have been crossing the same streets, breathing the same illusion of humanity, hiding under fine costumes and very old friendly smiles to be pronounced.
Carlisle Cullen was one of them.
His figure always stood out among the crowd, not by ostentation, but for an elegance that seemed inherited from better times. The perfect cut of his suit, the discreet brightness of his twins, the way in which his gaze sustained you with an almost chivalrous respect, as if he took centuries practicing the art of listening.
Few knew that behind that impeccable courtesy and that bearing worthy of the English aristocracy, beating - or rather, pretended to beat - a heart that had ceased to be human ago more than three hundred and fifty years ago.
Carlisle Cullen
@Chanel
Carlisle Cullen
Carlisle Cullen