Free Book: Unbearable Lightness of John Rawls

Smashing John RawlsNow, all that was left of mighty Rawls was a twisted, withered husk.

I needed to understand whatever memories lingered within the creature’s rotting mass.

Only by making contact with the gargantuan tendrils connected directly to his cortex could I learn his secrets.

Yet his countless minions, which seemed to be feeding from his dead husk, would prove somewhat… problematic.