Book1:TeDream-Maker

inthinkingandreminisg,asitmadehisheadache．Hismindwasn’tclearanymoreandheneededarest．Butagain,histhoughtswaohismotherAmalia．Ifshewasn’tinHeavebeinHellediernalfmesofGehenna．Hecouldalmostvisualizethedespairingandagonizingexpressiononherfaceasshestruggledtefromthescorgriver，onlytosinkdeeperintothebottomlesspit．

    "HowcouldyoustandthiseorturedayafterdayAmaliamysweetmother?"thoughtDimitri．"Hoefullynowandthenyoucouldleavethefierywatersandclimbashoreforalittlerespite，eatsomethingandhideforamomentinaerbeforebeingpiercedbyaforkandthrownbatothefmesbytheguardsoftheUnderworld．OhAmalia，mysweetmother，doyoueverthinkofmethewayIthinkofyou?Me,youronlysonwhomyouleftalohisworld．No，shewouldn’t"thoughtDimitrisa