(Part of the story can be read in the chapter "Let's live by the sundial")
"Beautiful," Lance nodded, sitting down on the ground with his legs folded in Turkish.
In the black inferno, a pillar of fire rose to the sky, and on the flame, as on a canvas, letters began to appear.
The skin itched. Lance grimaced in annoyance.
"Don't, please, huh?" he asked dejectedly, still having time to finish, and the fiery inscription darted towards him, burning his skin.
Lance screamed habitually, knowing that he couldn't lose consciousness, that nothing would work, just wait. Wait until the new hellish knowledge enters him and tells him where to go next, whom to save, what to correct.
"Why doesn't this fucking Doctor Who really exist? Why can't he do all this?- Lance whined, sometimes trying to wipe away tears, - or why can't I at least find knowledge of where to find an anesthetic of some kind? I don't need to write anything! My eyes are popping out of pain, I can't read anything!"
He barked at the Book, which responded with inscriptions on his skin.
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Short StoryThese are short stories, small stories, excerpts from books on arts of Ol Albireo. Here are mysticism, science fiction, fantasy, novels. Here are the diamond city and worlds under the rule of Emperors. Magical and, seemingly, ordinary.
