Krystal flung herself violently off the chair, away from her mother. She was surprised to feel warm liquid flowing down her cheeks, and thought confusedly of blood, but it was tears, only tears, clear and shining on her fingertips when she wiped them away.
J. K. RowlingTwilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.
J. K. RowlingSukhvinder wished that she could be more like Krystal: funny and tough; impossible to intimidate; always coming out fighting.
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