To my loving parents and brothers, and
my Aunts, Gail and Barb. “She found my collection of witchcraft books under
my bed and threw them away. “It is the same man, Annabel,” she said. "Enough!" exclaimed Wild, triumphantly. I would be
chased by every curious party on this planet, by vampireseekers, by witch-hunters, by researchers, you name it. He then unlocked a cabinet, opened a secret drawer,
and, lifter ransacking its contents, discovered a paper he was in search of, and a
glove. She had traversed perhaps three bookshelves, passed across the door that must
lead to the hall, turned the corner, and was just about to reach the fireplace when
she abruptly became aware that something under her fingers had felt wrong. “Women are mocked,” she said. He had promised her some
books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. Too
bad he’s not interested in any girl who’s not a musician. No tricks would serve.
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