There was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height. Neither stone nor marble, the boy had arms and legs. His torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. He hopped down from the monument, the ends of his hair dripping rain. It slid down his face, which was dark as a Spaniard's.
Becca FitzpatrickIf you keep running from me, you're never going to figure out what's really going on.
Becca FitzpatrickHello,Pepper. Itยดs been a while," I said. "The last time we met up, you tried to kidnap me, isnยดt that right?" Nora (p.303)
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