Book1:TeDream-Maker
Iainstfateasthhlyashe.SoIhaveshapedmyownattitudetowardsfatelikethetheoryofwater,geamebuttenacious.Yourattitude,Amalia,istheexactopposite.Youwerelikefire,untrolbleaating.Thatisthemaindiffereweenyouandme.Oh,Amalia,tellmehowIatoneforyoursins." BythehaddispersedandthebrightsunlightshiningstraightonhimmadeDimitri,whohadfullyrecoveredfromhishangover,feeldizzy.Helookedupatthevastexpanseofclearblueskieswithoutthetraceofasinglecloudandasuddenpaniccameoverhim. "Wherearetheclouds?WherehasAmaliagoo?"Hegotintoahystericalfrenzyandranaroundshouting,"Amalia!Amalia!Whereareyou?"Buttherewasnoanswerfromtheskies,noclouds,noAmalia.Dimitrisatdowedlyonthebendthought."WherecouldAmaliahavegoo?Perhapsshefel