And so the years they fly, a generation goes on by And new faces, new places of New Albion arrive. The doll that Edgar brought back for Fay, well, sure enough He’s Jasper, the same one that Annabelle herself called up.
Edgar and Fay had a son, a young man who’s named Byron And he’s inherited the doll, his dear Jasper that he loves. After years and years of folks bringing back their dead ones, Droves of dolls fill the city in streets, slums and homes.
Yes, there’s slums just full of dead: They don’t walk or talk instead They’re like blank slates on which their friends and relatives project. The big subculture in these times is Voodoopunk, and every night Byron and Amelia are immersed and acolytes.
The red haired dwarf’s son ran the mob for years and years but then He was run out by two women and a brilliant mouse named Sam. The Voodoopunk, to mock the world, for city mayor run a doll, They show up at the rallies and attempt to rile the crowd.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
