’ ‘What of your grandfather?’ Her lips parted in surprise. It’s only as if I’d begun to know you the day before yesterday or there-abouts. Daily contact with actual human beings all the more inclined her toward the imaginative. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. .
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