The LAST SON OF RAIN — David James

The last son of rain is rushing across the red earth a proud man-horse, the wind is tearing wild hair from his thrown back head, strong hands have shot up to the sky ...A girl with blue eyes flies over the earth flooded with moonlight, and in the morning, when the sun rises, she runs barefoot across a cloud - a golden meadow. Returns the past, breaks the present and opens the veil of the future by an unknown force red magic. Irresistibly attracts to itself an obscure, mysterious, shimmering world in which you can live not one - thousands of amazing lives, but from which there is no way back ...In the collection of fairy-tale-fantastic prose by V. Sokolov sky, the real and the unreal are intricately intertwined; fabulous, fantastic motives - with acute social and moral problems, philosophical understanding of life - with a tense plot.