The End of Times

Who, among us is not aging, wilting, losing the passion and pleasures we once embraced with an iron willed determination never to relinquish? And thus the uneasy worry creeps in, during unguarded moments of self reflection. "Where is my life's blood which surged through my veins? Where is the bursting, heaving chest pounding ecstasy?" The secret of youth, power, love or some facsimile thereof is here, thinly concealed within the covers of this seemingly banal book, waiting only for you to claim your genetic birthright. www. NicolaiAndreyevich.com