,,jen vědecká fikce, science fiction ?“

Steamy heat. Lubomír Tomik detective smell in the stifling heat thrown on the sidewalk, looking for a woman so covered with smiles, outfits and scents, that she practically disappeared the details of the puzzle were unclear Poe's raven punched me in the eye, it hung on his nerve, he tensed, there was a crackling and the veins and capillaries remained tense to bursting, the raven flew away when we were spinning in the branches with the other Knights of the Grail, dripping blood running down the armor, sound in the wet grass. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
