Tirill Svalers aktivitet
Koldnålstrykk av kjøttmeis
T´aran sat at the dock, naked feet dangling in the water. Looking out at the sea he could see them all – all the lives that he tampered with. They haunted his mind, his dreams, his soul and conscience. Yet he did nothing to stop it. Nothing at all. Just ...
Engelsk fantasy som jeg har arbeidet på de siste årene.