Play to live. Book 9. Road home
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A candle of candle from the flesh burned out in the middle of the great nothing. The flame of his soul flushed at the tip of the wick, threw thousands of silent shadows.
Here is one of the faceless bowed her head to her shoulder, grunted thoughtfully and wrinkled her forehead. The local second of eternity for thinking and the shadow took up the artifact brush, the work of the hands of itself. The shaft is from the young shoot of the Tree of the Worlds. A brush - from the wool of the heavenly beast. The only one in this layer of reality. Star dust under the paws of his roads
Here is one of the faceless bowed her head to her shoulder, grunted thoughtfully and wrinkled her forehead. The local second of eternity for thinking and the shadow took up the artifact brush, the work of the hands of itself. The shaft is from the young shoot of the Tree of the Worlds. A brush - from the wool of the heavenly beast. The only one in this layer of reality. Star dust under the paws of his roads
Author:
Author:Rus Dmitry
Cover:
Cover:Hard
Category:
- Category:Fiction
- Category:Science Fiction and Fantasy
- Category:Poetry & Literature
Publication language:
Publication Language:Russian
Paper:
Paper:newspaper
Series:
Series: Dmitry Rus. From the creator “play to live”
Age restrictions:
Age restrictions:16+
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-04-120893-6
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