Camila Mendes

78%
Flag icon
On impulse I put Ossendowski on the ground and sat cross-legged before the throne to speak to him. “I’ve kept my promise. We’re here.” The air was motionless; then a breath of wind, stirring the fillets of colored silk hung beside a tanka, seemed to conjure a vision of other times. I felt the presence of Hutuktu on the throne, the presence of Ungern and Ossendowski, with others, behind. Of course in seeing and hearing these things I was playing a game, but it brought home to me how easily suggestion can work on a receptive mind, and how places and objects have a hidden life that opens before ...more
A Fortune-Teller Told Me: Earthbound Travels in the Far East
Rate this book
Clear rating