That morning, having left the great valley behind them, Moko and Totémi discovered a landscape almost as white as the snow in Alarick's country, but under a stifling heat. They were in a very strange desert, where the ground was like salt, cracked like the wrinkles on an old face. Moko thought they were on the face of the world... A man tells them that at the other end, they will see what so many before them have dreamed of seeing... But that they must fly like birds! He gives them a strange kite. The storm rises and they take off...
This book is available in English: The faces of the world
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