e c l e c t i c a
s p o t l i g h t a u t h o r
David Massengill
e c l e c t i c a
s p o t l i g h t a u t h o r
David Massengill
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"It's a pleasant break from lemons," I said. I actually wanted to blurt that I felt more like a friend than a fan, that I was aware of her struggle with publishers and her defeat in keeping a lady. If she only knew how I understood her hatred of the States and her disgust for human waste.
The land was rust-red, the way it gets when spirits prepare to step out of things. I pulled his arms over my chest like I was carrying him, yet he carried me.
"A woman of tradition," Hansel said with a grin. "We can nibble on her walls, and then she'll give us a true feast."
