Magus: Light the Thirteenth Candle
Douglas Jones gets the hang of magyck and mountain moving.
I needed to kiss her. I was having difficulty breathing. She has a small freckle on her top lip that I could gently bite. I was thousands of miles away in an aluminum airport, and I had begun to disintegrate, loosen. My joints were pulling apart, my eyes sinking in my head. I expected my fingers to dislocate, one by one. She also has pale freckles just above the curve of her lip, a curve as sweet as chocolate.
Author: Various Speakers
Edition: Volume 19, Number 2
Format: Audio CD Set
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