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Most of us that perished in the Wish Wars perished at least twice. Some of us, three times.
But with all the grunting and panting and broken talismans, that is a story for much, much later.
First, introductions, I think. I’ll tell you a story of Heaeven and great distances and the swullock of lands taped to memory, loosely, and in fine, chaotic melody.
Yes. Let’s start there. With my brother, Jesus the Christ, and the sands of home.
I am the sister time and text forgot.
I am Moss Watts. Daughter of Heaven. Queen of the Djinn.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Most of us that perished in the Wish Wars perished at least twice. Some of us, three times.
But with all the grunting and panting and broken talismans, that is a story for much, much later.
First, introductions, I think. I’ll tell you a story of Heaeven and great distances and the swullock of lands taped to memory, loosely, and in fine, chaotic melody.
Yes. Let’s start there. With my brother, Jesus the Christ, and the sands of home.
I am the sister time and text forgot.
I am Moss Watts. Daughter of Heaven. Queen of the Djinn.