Glæpasögur
Upwards in long sinuous bends the road wound its way into the heart of the hills. The man, steadily climbing to the summit, changed hands upon the bicycle he was pushing and wiped the sweat from his grimy forehead. It had been a grey morning when he had left, with no promise of this burst of streaming sunshine. Yet the steep hill troubled him but little - he stepped blithely forward with little sign of fatigue...
© 2017 Jovian Press (Rafbók): 9781537803647
Útgáfudagur
Rafbók: 5 december 2017
Merki
Glæpasögur
Upwards in long sinuous bends the road wound its way into the heart of the hills. The man, steadily climbing to the summit, changed hands upon the bicycle he was pushing and wiped the sweat from his grimy forehead. It had been a grey morning when he had left, with no promise of this burst of streaming sunshine. Yet the steep hill troubled him but little - he stepped blithely forward with little sign of fatigue...
© 2017 Jovian Press (Rafbók): 9781537803647
Útgáfudagur
Rafbók: 5 december 2017
Merki
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