By Eduardo Spohr
Há muitos e muitos anos, tantos quanto o número de estrelas no céu, o paraíso celeste foi palco de um terrível levante. Um grupo de anjos guerreiros, amantes da justiça e da liberdade, desafiou a tirania dos poderosos arcanjos, levantando armas contra seus opressores. Expulsos, os renegados foram forçados ao exílio e condenados a vagar pelo mundo dos homens até o Dia do Juízo Final.
Mas eis que chega o momento do Apocalipse, o pace do ajuste de contas. Único sobrevivente do expurgo, Ablon, o líder dos renegados, é convidado por Lúcifer, o Arcanjo Negro, a se juntar às suas legiões na Batalha do Armagedon, o embate ultimate entre o céu e o inferno, a guerra que decidirá não só o destino do mundo, mas o futuro da humanidade.
Das ruínas da Babilônia ao esplendor do Império Romano, das vastas planícies da China aos gelados castelos da Inglaterra medieval, A Batalha do Apocalipse não é apenas uma viagem pela história humana – é também uma jornada de conhecimento, um épico empolgante, repleto de lutas heroicas, magia, romance e suspense.
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But Tani takes care of her feet. Exactly how Mr. Slavia asked her to. Sometimes it looks like she's sleeping. He's underneath her. The big leather couch had been lifted up and equipped with steps. Mr. Slavia spends close to an hour licking her feet. As for the rest, he does it in his hand, all alone. Each time she hears him moaning, Tani feels some- THE CHERRY PRINT TIGHTS thing move underneath her stomach. She has be careful not to squeeze her thighs together because he told her not to. She wonders if Joshua has fallen asleep on the other side of the partition, in his bowl of semolina.
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