Цитаты из книги Bitter Seeds

We are pollution, a stain within the cosmos, Marsh realized. And we are not welcome here.

Enochian was the wail of dying stars, the whisper of galaxies winging through the void, the gurgle of primordial oceans, the crackle of a cooling planet, the thunder of creation. And beneath it all , a simmering undercurrent of malevolence.