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736 pages, Hardcover
Published January 1, 2017
Wisdom flees the world of laity, thirsts for tranquility and seclusion before a final journey along the great road into the ultimate unknown but sins keep stringing on the soul like the lumps of meat on a spit; as soon as one manages to free oneself of them in the confession and feel purified, they start stringing on once again. Man is born to sin and to repent…
The black dog put its front paws on the bed and opened its maw, giving off unearthly fetor. …But it’s not the dog’s mouth – it’s a twilight temple! The altar is black. Pitch candles are crackling. Bundles of bats are fluttering in the corners. The icons show the muzzles of beasts wearing cone hats. A smoking chalice is sitting on the pulpit. Hairy scorpions, long-legged spiders, fish-snakes and toad-rats are crawling out of it, yard-long worms are stretching their naked necks.