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Strange gods were worshiped on Mars. But were they so clever? They’d lost their own world.
“The ancient gods, our Fathers, rode down from the heavens in the Firebirds of the Sun. Coming into the world, they found no air for the breath of their souls. “How shall we breathe?” they asked of the Sun. And Sun gave them of His fire and beneath the earth they kindled the Blaze of the Great Wind. Good air roared from the womb of Mars our Mother, the ice burned with a great thunder, and there was air for the breath of Man. ”
© 2021 Positronic Publishing (Rafbók): 9781515452942
Útgáfudagur
Rafbók: 20 september 2021
Fantasía-og-scifi
Strange gods were worshiped on Mars. But were they so clever? They’d lost their own world.
“The ancient gods, our Fathers, rode down from the heavens in the Firebirds of the Sun. Coming into the world, they found no air for the breath of their souls. “How shall we breathe?” they asked of the Sun. And Sun gave them of His fire and beneath the earth they kindled the Blaze of the Great Wind. Good air roared from the womb of Mars our Mother, the ice burned with a great thunder, and there was air for the breath of Man. ”
© 2021 Positronic Publishing (Rafbók): 9781515452942
Útgáfudagur
Rafbók: 20 september 2021
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