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Tell me again why we re doing this?
John, Soul ticked, Where s your sense of adventure? A journey is its own reward.
I scoffed, There better be cake. I demand a cake after all the effort of putting up with you.
He feigned insult. I ll have you know that most people are delighted to speak to me.
I laughed; I am most people!
Oh pish posh, he countered. Now stop sulking and let s get going; you have a message to deliver.
I wondered how many people would care for the letter I carry. Would I be able to deliver my message, or would I get lost in these ill-forsaken roads of destiny? What a funny word that is. And how cruel it is to
I winced away from the memory as I set about walking without thinking. Of course where was I?
John? Soul s familiar voice echoed through my skull
Yes that s how we started it.
John, Soul ticked, Where s your sense of adventure? A journey is its own reward.
I scoffed, There better be cake. I demand a cake after all the effort of putting up with you.
He feigned insult. I ll have you know that most people are delighted to speak to me.
I laughed; I am most people!
Oh pish posh, he countered. Now stop sulking and let s get going; you have a message to deliver.
I wondered how many people would care for the letter I carry. Would I be able to deliver my message, or would I get lost in these ill-forsaken roads of destiny? What a funny word that is. And how cruel it is to
I winced away from the memory as I set about walking without thinking. Of course where was I?
John? Soul s familiar voice echoed through my skull
Yes that s how we started it.
Tell me again why we re doing this?
John, Soul ticked, Where s your sense of adventure? A journey is its own reward.
I scoffed, There better be cake. I demand a cake after all the effort of putting up with you.
He feigned insult. I ll have you know that most people are delighted to speak to me.
I laughed; I am most people!
Oh pish posh, he countered. Now stop sulking and let s get going; you have a message to deliver.
I wondered how many people would care for the letter I carry. Would I be able to deliver my message, or would I get lost in these ill-forsaken roads of destiny? What a funny word that is. And how cruel it is to
I winced away from the memory as I set about walking without thinking. Of course where was I?
John? Soul s familiar voice echoed through my skull
Yes that s how we started it.
John, Soul ticked, Where s your sense of adventure? A journey is its own reward.
I scoffed, There better be cake. I demand a cake after all the effort of putting up with you.
He feigned insult. I ll have you know that most people are delighted to speak to me.
I laughed; I am most people!
Oh pish posh, he countered. Now stop sulking and let s get going; you have a message to deliver.
I wondered how many people would care for the letter I carry. Would I be able to deliver my message, or would I get lost in these ill-forsaken roads of destiny? What a funny word that is. And how cruel it is to
I winced away from the memory as I set about walking without thinking. Of course where was I?
John? Soul s familiar voice echoed through my skull
Yes that s how we started it.
Über den Autor
Memory fades, and with them our words too lose all value.
Ruviti D Alessar
John Volk Cianden was never meant to be remembered. His contribution to history is a mere footnote.
If fate hadn t been so curiously capricious, John would have lived, loved, longed, and eventually died a farmer.
The body to a soul who doesn t deserve him
It was fate, wasn t it? Some ploy of the Dreamers to twist our path until we were something more or perhaps something less than we wanted.
And though the people may let our story slip through the fingers of what is and what shouldn t.
I WON T. I REMEMBER. I ALWAYS WILL.
Soul
Ruviti D Alessar
John Volk Cianden was never meant to be remembered. His contribution to history is a mere footnote.
If fate hadn t been so curiously capricious, John would have lived, loved, longed, and eventually died a farmer.
The body to a soul who doesn t deserve him
It was fate, wasn t it? Some ploy of the Dreamers to twist our path until we were something more or perhaps something less than we wanted.
And though the people may let our story slip through the fingers of what is and what shouldn t.
I WON T. I REMEMBER. I ALWAYS WILL.
Soul
Details
| Erscheinungsjahr: | 2025 |
|---|---|
| Genre: | Importe, Science Fiction & Fantasy |
| Rubrik: | Belletristik |
| Medium: | Taschenbuch |
| ISBN-13: | 9781037103636 |
| ISBN-10: | 1037103637 |
| Sprache: | Englisch |
| Einband: | Kartoniert / Broschiert |
| Autor: | John of Cianden |
| Hersteller: | Austin Macauley |
| Verantwortliche Person für die EU: | Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, D-36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr@libri.de |
| Maße: | 234 x 156 x 15 mm |
| Von/Mit: | John of Cianden |
| Erscheinungsdatum: | 10.10.2025 |
| Gewicht: | 0,415 kg |