decembrie 24, 2009 § Lasă un comentariu
decembrie 24, 2009 § Un comentariu
Leather, Thread, Paper, Metal buttons. In an old castle, at the end of the lake, hemmed by the willows and hovered by the crows, the little aprentice must carry all day long the big „book of all spells”. The book is almost his size and the dark spells kept inside are making it heavier. The book is a burden but „just a good wizzard could endure the pain and the sorrow”. And the days went by and the book grew heavier but the gawky apprentice did not become a real wizzard.