**The Night Clock is Running Down. The Autoscopes are Coming.** It has been seven years since the devil-in-dreams was banished to the mysterious Quays. But the Autoscopes are gathering once again, firing their unholy devices and priming the Toyceivers for war. Mental health nurse Phil Trevana has
Adornments of the Storm
โ Scribed by Paul Meloy
- Book ID
- 100182851
- Publisher
- Rebellion Publishing Ltd;Solaris
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 595 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN
- 1786181142
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
โฆ Synopsis
The Night Clock is Running Down. The Autoscopes are Coming.
It has been seven years since the devil-in-dreams was banished to the mysterious Quays. But the Autoscopes are gathering once again, firing their unholy devices and priming the Toyceivers for war.
Mental health nurse Phil Trevana has almost forgotten the strange events of his training. But time means nothing to those who walk in dreams; and when Phil encounters the enigmatic Andrew Chapel, he realises that something is badly wrong.
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