Availability:In StockContributor:John of CiandenPublish date:10/10/2025Pages:270
Language:EnglishPublisher:Austin MacauleyISBN-13:9781037103636ISBN-10:1037103637UPC:9781037103636Book Category:FictionBook Subcategory:FantasyBook Topic:Dark FantasySize:9.21 x 6.14 x 0.57 inchesWeight:0.84Product ID:SC3W2AH5QP
Tell me again why we re doing this? John, Soul ticked, Where s your sense of adventure? A journey is its own reward. I scoffed, There better be cake. I demand a cake after all the effort of putting up with you. He feigned insult. I ll have you know that most people are delighted to speak to me. I laughed; I am most people! Oh pish posh, he countered. Now stop sulking and let s get going; you have a message to deliver. I wondered how many people would care for the letter I carry. Would I be able to deliver my message, or would I get lost in these ill-forsaken roads of destiny? What a funny word that is. And how cruel it is to I winced away from the memory as I set about walking without thinking. Of course where was I? John? Soul s familiar voice echoed through my skull Yes that s how we started it.
Language:EnglishPublisher:Austin MacauleyISBN-13:9781037103636ISBN-10:1037103637UPC:9781037103636Book Category:FictionBook Subcategory:FantasyBook Topic:Dark FantasySize:9.21 x 6.14 x 0.57 inchesWeight:0.84Product ID:SC3W2AH5QP
John of Cianden: - Memory fades, and with them our words too lose all value. Ruviti D Alessar John Volk Cianden was never meant to be remembered. His contribution to history is a mere footnote. If fate hadn t been so curiously capricious, John would have lived, loved, longed, and eventually died a farmer. The body to a soul who doesn t deserve him It was fate, wasn t it? Some ploy of the Dreamers to twist our path until we were something more or perhaps something less than we wanted. And though the people may let our story slip through the fingers of what is and what shouldn t. I WON T. I REMEMBER. I ALWAYS WILL. Soul
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Tell me again why we re doing this? John, Soul ticked, Where s your sense of adventure? A journey is its own reward. I scoffed, There better be cake. I demand a cake after all the effort of putting up with you. He feigned insult. I ll have you know that most people are delighted to speak to me. I laughed; I am most people! Oh pish posh, he countered. Now stop sulking and let s get going; you have a message to deliver. I wondered how many people would care for the letter I carry. Would I be able to deliver my message, or would I get lost in these ill-forsaken roads of destiny? What a funny word that is. And how cruel it is to I winced away from the memory as I set about walking without thinking. Of course where was I? John? Soul s familiar voice echoed through my skull Yes that s how we started it.
John of Cianden: - Memory fades, and with them our words too lose all value. Ruviti D Alessar John Volk Cianden was never meant to be remembered. His contribution to history is a mere footnote. If fate hadn t been so curiously capricious, John would have lived, loved, longed, and eventually died a farmer. The body to a soul who doesn t deserve him It was fate, wasn t it? Some ploy of the Dreamers to twist our path until we were something more or perhaps something less than we wanted. And though the people may let our story slip through the fingers of what is and what shouldn t. I WON T. I REMEMBER. I ALWAYS WILL. Soul
