Before reading: Look at the cover of the book. What can you see? Where and when do you think the story is set? Look at the characters in the first picture of the book. Who do you recognise? What do you think the connection between these characters is? Look at the blurb on the back cover of the book. Read it and try to guess the plot of the story. Write a story of your own using the heroes from the first picture. Look at the last picture of the book. Can you name the twelve gods? . .

Before reading: Look at the cover of the book. What can you see? Where and when do you think the story is set? Look at the characters in the first picture of the book. Who do you recognise? What do you think the connection between these characters is? Look at the blurb on the back cover of the book. Read it and try to guess the plot of the story. Write a story of your own using the heroes from the first picture. Look at the last picture of the book. Can you name the twelve gods? . .

Acrisius could not see it, but there was a thin opening in the rock in front of the Priestess, and something like white smoke was coming out of it. It was the message Apollo was sending her. The Priestess listened to the smoke as it moved past her, and she waited until it left before she spoke. "The only child you and your wife will have is the one you have now. You will not have a son, but your daughter will. You must be careful of this child because one day he will kill you." "My daughters son? But why? How can I stop this from happening?" . . . . . .

Acrisius could not see it, but there was a thin opening in the rock in front of the Priestess, and something like white smoke was coming out of it. It was the message Apollo was sending her. The Priestess listened to the smoke as it moved past her, and she waited until it left before she spoke. "The only child you and your wife will have is the one you have now. You will not have a son, but your daughter will. You must be careful of this child because one day he will kill you." "My daughters son? But why? How can I stop this from happening?" . . . . . .

Acrisius could not see it, but there was a thin opening in the rock in front of the Priestess, and something like white smoke was coming out of it. It was the message Apollo was sending her. The Priestess listened to the smoke as it moved past her, and she waited until it left before she spoke. "The only child you and your wife will have is the one you have now. You will not have a son, but your daughter will. You must be careful of this child because one day he will kill you." "My daughters son? But why? How can I stop this from happening?"......

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Вашему вниманию предлагается издание Дженни Дули "Excalibur". . .

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Alfred held the telegram under the lamp and started reading: "Dracula Village 10th November, 1895. Will always remember my visit to England and particularly meeting you and your remarkable friend who knows so much about bats. I have bad news. I am dying and badly in need of your help. I wish to clear the Dracula name before I leave this world. Please come quickly". . .

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Alfred held the telegram under the lamp and started reading: "Dracula Village 10th November, 1895. Will always remember my visit to England and particularly meeting you and your remarkable friend who knows so much about bats. I have bad news. I am dying and badly in need of your help. I wish to clear the Dracula name before I leave this world. Please come quickly". . .

When Orpheus looked inside, he saw that he was standing in front of a river with fire burning on its surface. There was an old man there with wild, white hair, standing next to a boat.

When Orpheus looked inside, he saw that he was standing in front of a river with fire burning on its surface. There was an old man there with wild, white hair, standing next to a boat.

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