The Seventh Prince
You open your eyes. Warm yellow light passes through the matte dust glass. Around you are thousands of ancient books, towering like towers. Quiet space - no human sound, only the smell of old paper and magic power in the air. A voice resounded. Soft. Strange.
About The Seventh Prince
You open your eyes. Warm yellow light passes through the matte dust glass. Around you are thousands of ancient books, towering like towers. Quiet space - no human sound, only the smell of old paper and magic power in the air. A voice resounded. Soft. Strange.