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272 pages, Paperback
First published December 30, 2014
"Maybe it was the Blackbird, warping her perceptions. The hotel had been making Kate definitely twitchy. A warped, freaky little place, with that long row of doors and the gnarled staircase. Alone in the hotel, she had clung to a fragile bravado, fortified by hot swallows of brandy that seared her throat but seemed to freeze once the liquor reached her stomach. She couldn't trust herself, couldn't trust the walls almost, to stay upright, or the doors to stay closed. She'd more than once caught a flash of movement, a shadow pouring from the corner of her eye- Jesus. Here we go again. "
" 'This look of thine will hurt my soul from heaven,' he said softly. 'You start to feel that woman belongs to you, and you get that fire...'
The shadows danced across the chessboard. Julian picked up the black king and set it down. 'Checkmate.' "
"Or...maybe not beauty. On closer analysis, was this girl even pretty? The question teased at Julian as he watched her. What did she look like, really? Straight on, her face had a doll like fragility, the wide eyes and lips symmetrical and perfectly balanced. But her gapped and crooked front teeth, combined with the high Slavic line of her cheekbones, conspired at times to render her so flawed she could almost be called ugly. The effect was perplexing, mesmerizing, like turning a kaleidoscope. You got a different pattern every time. He turned away, aggravated."
"My age is three hundred and seventy-two,
And I think, with the deepest regret,
How I used to pick up and voraciously chew
The dear little boys whom I met.
I've eaten them raw, in their holiday suite;
I've eaten them curried with rice;
I've eaten them baked, in their jackets and boots,
And found them exceedingly nice.
But now that my jaws are too weak for such fare,
I think it exceedingly rude
To do such a thing, when I'm quite well aware
Little boys don't like to be chewed."