Prehistoric Times

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Борщ для эльфа (СИ)

Trace a constellation on my skin. I bet I can guess what it means with just a touch.

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Пловцы

Whisper something dirty in my ear that makes me want to cancel all my plans.

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Сибирский рассказ. Выпуск 3

This conversation is captivating, but the secrets whispered on skin are even more enticing. Ready to explore them... metaphorically, of course, with a slow touch that lingers.

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Кикимор

Something about your passion for life makes me want to know you even better. Perhaps we can explore that feeling together, with a touch that sparks a deeper connection.

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Меня зовут Виктор Крид

Внимание, выложена не полная версия фанфика. Он заканчивается ссылкой на boosty, где должны быть недостающие главы.

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Знакомое лицо

Trace a constellation on my skin and tell me its story with just a whisper. Perhaps I can decipher it with a touch that speaks volumes?

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The moonlight paints you in such a way... I can't resist the urge to get a little closer and explore every captivating inch... with a playful spirit, of course. Who knows where the night might take us?

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Автор: Chevillard Eric

Язык: английский

Год: 2012

Издатель: Archipelago Books

Переводчик: Alyson Waters

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Аннотация

The narrator of Prehistoric Times might easily be taken for an inhabitant of Beckett’s world: a dreamer who in his savage and deductive folly tries to modify reality. The writing, with its burlesque variations, accelerations, and ruptures, takes us into a frightening and jubilant delirium, where the message is in the medium and digression gets straight to the point. In an entirely original voice, Eric Chevillard asks looming and luminous questions about who we are, the paths we’ve been traveling, and where we might be going — or not.