She moved nearer, leaned her shoulder against me — and we were one, and something flowed from her into me, and I knew: this is how it must be. I knew it with every nerve, and every hair, every heartbeat, so sweet it verged on pain. And what joy to submit to this ‘must’. A piece of iron must feel such joy as it submits to the precise, inevitable law that draws it to a magnet. Or a stone, thrown up, hesitating a moment, then plunging headlong back to earth. Or a man, after the final agony, taking a last deep breath — and dying.
Kitabın Özellikleri
Basım Dili | İngilizce |
Sayfa Sayısı | 224 |
Kapak Türü | Karton Kapak |
Kağıt Türü | 2. Hamur |
Basım Tarihi | Ocak 2021 |
Basım Yeri | İstanbul |
En / Boy | 10,00 / 18,00 cm. |