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He kneeled on the snow. The burning cold was reddening both his toes and fingers, but it didn't compare to the anger he was feeling at the moment. Such anger could be noticed in his expression, which even seemed animalistic, as well as in the tears streaming down his face.

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When he opened his eyes, all he could see was an old, wooden ceiling. After staring at it for a while, he turned his head.

"Oh! I'm glad you're awake!"

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"I swear! I'm coming back alive!"

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On August 17th 1788, Austria, a new boy is born, this boy would bring a huge change with him.
The novel "The Bringer of Light" will revolve around quarrels of powerful noble families, political matters, strategic discussions, the real human condition where good and bad people don't truly exist, and much more.

That boy is a prodigy child, having deep insight ever since his birth. One day, something terrible happens to him, which makes him have the goal of bringing light to this world.

The main point of this book is following him on his journey to fulfill that task. He goes through a lot of internal struggles such as: Is it really possible to achieve such a thing? Is what I'm trying to do even the right choice?

The Bringer of Light

Lukas and Nathalie were both laying on their bed, naked, clinging to each other. They had just finished their lovemaking act, and were ecstatic right now.

The both of them were panting in quite an intense way. Nathalie was laying her head on Lukas's chest, while, on the other hand, he had his arm wrapped around her body.

After staring at Lukas's face for a while, Nathalie started kissing down his neck. "This was... much better than last time," she said.

Lukas scoffed lightly. "It's called "practice," you know? The more you do it, the better you get at it," he said before placing his other arm over his eyes, trying to recover his breath.

Nathalie giggled at Lukas's action. "Then I guess we should practice many more times," she said while moving her face closer to Lukas's.

Physical Affection