7180110The Moon Endureth: Tales and Fancieshttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-moon-endureth--tales-and-fancies-9781219414194/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/6721089/image.jpg?v=6387007420135000001212MXNPrabhat PrakashanInStock/Ebooks/<p>"In the small hours of the next morning I was awoke by a most unearthly sound. It was as if all the cats on all the roofs of Santa Chiara were sharpening their claws and wailing their battle-cries. Presently out of the noise came a kind of musicvery slow, solemn, and melancholy. The notes ran up in great flights of ecstasy, and sunk anon to the tragic deeps. In spite of my sleepiness I was held spellbound and the musician had concluded with certain barbaric grunts before I had the curiosity to rise. It came from somewhere in the gallery of the inn, and as I stuck my head out of my door I had a glimpse of Oliphant, nightcap on head and a great bagpipe below his arm, stalking down the corridor." -an excerpt</p>...6835317The Moon Endureth: Tales and Fancies1212https://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-moon-endureth--tales-and-fancies-9781219414194/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/6721089/image.jpg?v=638700742013500000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20099781219414194_W3siaWQiOiI1ODkxNGFkYy1hNTkzLTQ2MTItYjE1MS1jNzhlNzdiNjhkYmUiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjEyLCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjoxMiwiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6Ildob2xlc2FsZSIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjQtMTItMTdUMTc6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX1d9781219414194_<p>"In the small hours of the next morning I was awoke by a most unearthly sound. It was as if all the cats on all the roofs of Santa Chiara were sharpening their claws and wailing their battle-cries. Presently out of the noise came a kind of musicvery slow, solemn, and melancholy. The notes ran up in great flights of ecstasy, and sunk anon to the tragic deeps. In spite of my sleepiness I was held spellbound and the musician had concluded with certain barbaric grunts before I had the curiosity to rise. It came from somewhere in the gallery of the inn, and as I stuck my head out of my door I had a glimpse of Oliphant, nightcap on head and a great bagpipe below his arm, stalking down the corridor." -an excerpt</p>...9781219414194_Prabhat Prakashanlibro_electonico_9781219414194_9781219414194John BuchanInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/prabhatbooks-epub-3ca9aadf-87d4-42cc-8207-bfa4b7cc110c.epub2009-12-15T00:00:00+00:00Prabhat Prakashan