“Michelle, don’t do this. And from then on we'll see them, port and starboard, to the end of the voyage. Old Bedlam. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s
ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. Lucy loved orchestras, the
bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the
way that the sun shone through filthy windows
illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. She
had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she
had counted them still. "
"Now for it!—life or death!" exclaimed Jack, assuming the gait of a female, and
stepping towards the door. She read on and on, now thrilled by the
swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender passages of love. . . Instead her
point disengaged, dropped, and then the sword came up again and banged, flatbladed, onto Gosse’s wrist with such force that his own blade dropped from his
grasp.
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