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Was würdest du dir wünschen, wenn du nur eine Perle deiner Kette opfern musst, damit dein Wunsch in Erfüllung geht?
Wo würdest du hinreisen, wenn du bloß durch eine Tür gehen musst, um nahezu alle Orte der Welt zu erreichen?
Wie würdest du dich fühlen, wenn du den falschen Mann liebst, er aber die Antwort auf alle deine Fragen ist? Karou dachte, sie wüsste, wer sie ist. Doch dann kommt es zu einer Begegnung, die alles verändert …

Eine Liebe, die älter ist als die Zeit. Und ein Kampf, bei dem ALLES auf dem Spiel steht.

Karou’s sketchbooks had a cult following around school and were handed around and marveled at on a daily basis. […]

There was Issa, serpent from the waist down and woman from the waist up, with the bare, globe breasts of Kama Sutra carvings, the hood and fangs of a cobra, and the face of an angel.

Giraffe-necked Twiga, hunched over with his jeweler’s glass stuck in one squinting eye.

Yasri, parrot-beaked and human-eyed, a frill of orange curls escaping her kerchief. She was carrying a platter of fruit and a pitcher of wine.

And Brimstone, of course—he was the star of the sketchbooks. Here he was shown with Kishmish perched on the curl of one of his great ram’s horns. In the fantastical stories Karou told in her sketchbooks, Brimstone dealt in wishes. Sometimes she called him the Wishmonger; other times, simply „the grump.“

She’d been drawing these creatures since she was a little girl, and her friends tended to talk about them as if they were real.

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