Not every story begins in light.
Perhaps there was nothing I could have done differently. The atrocities I committed, the lives that I scorched from existence, the power I wielded with so little regard.
Or maybe it was the love that I lost? The love that my priest father had snuffed like a candle whose flame has been violently blown out.
Szállítás:
Azonnal
Elérhető nálunk:
.ePub formátumban
Eredeti ár:
299 ,-
Adatok
Raktári kód:
187255
ISBN:
6610000213153
EAN:
6610000213153
Gyártó kód:
17405
Megjelenés:
2019.
Oldalszám:
61
Not every story begins in light.
Perhaps there was nothing I could have done differently. The atrocities I committed, the lives that I scorched from existence, the power I wielded with so little regard.
Or maybe it was the love that I lost? The love that my priest father had snuffed like a candle whose flame has been violently blown out.
I have destroyed, killed, manipulated, betrayed, tortured, and I have laughed at it all.
Perhaps I lied. Perhaps every story does begin in light – a cruel and unforgiving one.
Perhaps there was nothing I could have done differently. The atrocities I committed, the lives that I scorched from existence, the power I wielded with so little regard.
Or maybe it was the love that I lost? The love that my priest father had snuffed like a candle whose flame has been violently blown out.
I have destroyed, killed, manipulated, betrayed, tortured, and I have laughed at it all.
Perhaps I lied. Perhaps every story does begin in light – a cruel and unforgiving one.
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Hírek