3.8
الخيال العلمي
Your blood-red skies are filled with smoke. Your bleach-white histories with lies. You walk sleeping. Wake senseless. Breathing deep of toxic blooms and forgetting all that has gone before. But I remember. I remember when two brothers waged bloody war over the right to sit in their father's empty chair. I remember when the skies above Shima were not red, but blue. Filled with thunder tigers. I remember when they left you. And I remember why. Let me tell you, monkey-child…
© 2013 W. F. Howes Ltd (دفتر الصوت ): 9781471245237
تاريخ الإصدار
دفتر الصوت : 3 أكتوبر 2013
الوسوم
3.8
الخيال العلمي
Your blood-red skies are filled with smoke. Your bleach-white histories with lies. You walk sleeping. Wake senseless. Breathing deep of toxic blooms and forgetting all that has gone before. But I remember. I remember when two brothers waged bloody war over the right to sit in their father's empty chair. I remember when the skies above Shima were not red, but blue. Filled with thunder tigers. I remember when they left you. And I remember why. Let me tell you, monkey-child…
© 2013 W. F. Howes Ltd (دفتر الصوت ): 9781471245237
تاريخ الإصدار
دفتر الصوت : 3 أكتوبر 2013
الوسوم
خطوة إلى عالم لا حدود له من القصص
التقييم الإجمالي استنادًا إلى تقييمات :reviewالعد
حزين
غير متوقع
مشوّق
قم بتنزيل التطبيق للانضمام إلى المحادثة وإضافة مراجعات.
عربي
الإمارات العربية المتحدة