Book1:TeDream-Maker (第465/711页)

sflittedhereandthereintheforest,unwillingtoendurebeinghalfdead．Theywaoreviveinthefireanddahebreeze，waitingfortheingofthewindanddirefortheirresurre．Theshadows，alreadyfullyaroused，couldnotwithstandtheprovocationofthewhisperinglulby．Everynowandthen，Marawouldgheagitatedforest,atthebranchesblownaboutharassingly,atthedryleavesflutteringinthewind．Theyremindedherofatraumatie．Uhebzingspotlights,trapezeartistsintheirglitteringeswereswingingandflyingintheair．Alleyeswerefasteheseflyingfiguresandtheexcitedaudience，heartstrag，watchedentranced，exgattheirdangerousexploits．Suddenlyohemmissedbyahair’sbreath,bouncedofftheedgeofthebelowaotheground,hisyounglifesamidthehorrifiedcriesoftheaudiewasherfiancé.Marahad