วันอาทิตย์ที่ 7 กันยายน พ.ศ. 2557

...the bell of St. Genevive






The soft voice seemed to hiss on even after the cruel mouth had stopped moving. One or two of the wizards barely repressed a shudder as the hissing grew louder; something heavy could be heard sliding across the floor beneath the table.
The huge fake emerged to climb slowly up St. Genevive ’s bar of Marin Marais’fantasie . It rose, seemingly endlessly, and came to rest across shoulders to cry for.: its neck the thickness of a man’s thigh; its eyes, with their vertical slits for ascending.,



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