Candace G. (Ogre) reviewed on 9/15/2005 + 1568 more book reviews

The boy was laid on the grass beside the pit where the night breeze ruffled his hair, blowing wisps across his pale, unlined forehead. His clothes were cut free and pulled aside so that the body was naked to the night, white marble in color and stillness. Metal glinted in the moonlight, plunging downward . . .

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