Death, he had come to believe, was a corrosive thing, and the more he was around it, the more it gnawed away at who he was.
— Christopher Paolini
Inheritance
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved
Death, he had come to believe, was a corrosive thing, and the more he was around it, the more it gnawed away at who he was.
— Christopher Paolini
Inheritance
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved