Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. ” She smiled grimly at the recollection of that lunch—tea and roll at a cheap café. My nerves are shaken. This time they would call it murder. No offence, I hope.
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