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outwards, showering hot stone and burning debris into the drifts. Snow was
already melting and running in rivulets down the garden path.
He grinned wryly as he remembered his book. One chapter that wasn't finished,
another that was hardly begun.
In a lot of ways he was going to have to start all over again.
With a thunderous roar the cottage disintegrated and huge tongues of flame
shot skywards. Hodre was going out in one last terrifying flamboyant gesture.
And way up the slope the twisted trees surrounding the old druid circle were
momentarily illuminated, blackened skeletons leering down on a funeral pyre,
seeming to gloat as though an age-old vengeance was fulfilled.
For them, perhaps, it was not all over. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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