It was not a star. It was a god, inhaling.
“Because they are dreaming,” Lira replied. “And in their dream, we are a sickness.” el aliento de los dioses epub
Mateo tightened the rope around his waist. His master, Old Lira, moved ahead of him with the eerie silence of a woman who had already died twice. Her eyes were milk-white, but she did not need sight to read the breath. It was not a star