A garota que bebeu a lua
Tem a garota que comeu o luar (como você pode imaginar no título):
The moon had grown full without her noticing. And powerfully magic. One sip would have done it, and the baby had had—well. More than one sip.
A pessoa que comeu dores:
Xan turned to the young man. “You wanted to find the Witch? This is your witch, my friend. You call her Sister Ignatia?” She gave the stranger a skeptical look. “How fancy. I knew her by a different name, though I called her the monster when I was a child. She has been living off the Protectorate’s sorrow for—how long has it been? Five hundred years. My goodness. That’s something for the history books, isn’t it? You must be very proud of yourself.”
The stranger surveyed the scene, a small smile pressed into her mouth. Sorrow Eater, Luna thought. A hateful term for a hateful person.
E a erupção vulcânica:
The volcano sent forth a column of fire and smoke, swallowed power un-swallowed at last.