The Prince of Mist – Carlos Ruiz Zafon


To him, the news felt like a mad steam train hurtling through a china shop.

Teenage girls, thought Max, were a mystery of evolution not even Copernicus himself could fathom.

Max couldn’t see the resemblance for all the tea in China.

My father says a hunch is your brain’s way of taking a short cut to the truth.

The more you try to hide from the truth, the quicker it finds you.

In small towns news traveled at speed of boredom.


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