The flames, as though they were a kind of wild life, crept as a jaguar creeps on its belly toward a line of birch-like saplings that fledged an outcrop of the pink rock.
William GoldingAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: September 19, 1911
- Died: June 19, 1993
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