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65 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 2013
To them, as to Magnus, time was like rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but also something that could be taken for granted.There are *counts with fingers* ...
Until you loved a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser's hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitelly precious, and each one slipping through your fingers.
To this day, whatever it is that actually got him banned from Peru is—and perhaps must always remain—a mystery.Um, what sort of ending was THAT??


"Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate."
"I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!"



["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>“Humans did not live forever. They could only hope what they made would endure.”



“You told us to leave you in the desert, because you planned to start a new life as a cactus,” Catarina said, her voice flat.
“Then you conjured up tiny needles and threw them at us. With pinpoint accuracy.”
“Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate.”

“Moreover, I wish to assure you both that I did not make any amorous advances on female monkeys.”
“You told us to leave you in the desert, because you planned to start a new life as cactus," Catarina said, her voice flat. "Then you conjured up tiny needles and threw them at us. With pinpoint accuracy.”
“Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate."
"I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!"
"Ragnor is not," Catarina said. "When he found out that you were feeding us guinea pigs, he hit you over the head with your plate. It broke."
"So ended our love," Magnus said. "Ah, well. It would have never worked between me and the plate anyway.”
“You are just jealous," Magnus remarked calmly. "Because you do not have the soul of a true artiste like myself."
"Oh, I am positively green with envy," Ragnor snapped.
"Come now, Ragnor. That's not fair," said Magnus. "You know I love it when you make jokes about your complexion.”
“Ragnor looked very regretful about all the choices that had led him to his being in this place and especially in this company”
“We live forever by the grace of human love, which rocked strange children in their cradles and did not despair and did not turn away.”