All morning, Spence has been a well-oiled machine of activity. Everyone doing her bit, quietly and efficiently. It's strange how deliberate people are after a death. All the indecision suddenly vanishes into clear, defined moments--changing the linens, choosing a dress or a hymn, the washing up, the muttering of prayers. All the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.
Libba BrayHe frowns. "A dance with the carnivorous Felicity? Why? Has she eaten all the other available gentlemen?
Libba BrayPower changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains.
Libba BrayTravel opens your mind as few other things do. It is its own form of hypnotism, and I am forever under its spell
Libba BrayPetra turned to her. "Everybody lies about who they are. Name one person here who isn't doing that and I will drop out right now!" Shanti felt that snake of truth coil around her legs, threatening to squeeze. "I didn't mean..." "No one ever does." Petra said, shoving the baton back at Shanti.
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