'Ah, what a thing it would be for us if his Inca Highness were really only asleep, as he looks to be! Just think what he could tell us--how easily he could re-create that lost wonderland of his for us, what riddles he could answer, what lies he could contradict. And then think of all the lost treasures that he could show us the way to. Upon my word, if Mephistopheles were to walk into this room ju...
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Cool story of the reestablishment of the Inca Empire!This cool story of 2 Inca royals - in suspension for hundreds of years until today...when scientists restore them....then the fun starts...What I liked most about this book is the fact that (apart ...
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