Bound East For Cardiff: “Where the rainbows play in the flying spray, 'Mid the keen salt kiss of the waves.” Eugene O'Neill
Step into an infinite world of stories
Fantasy
Men laugh at the gods; they often laugh at the gods. I am more sure that the gods laugh too. It is dreadful to think of the laughter of the gods. O the lute! the lute! How clearly I hear the lute. But you all hear it? Do you not? You swear that you all hear it?
© 2015 Positronic Publishing (Ebook): 9781633847910
Release date
Ebook: 9 March 2015
English
India
