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. " "I have heard sailors use words like that, but I never knew what they meant. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. He greeted the corpulent boy at the register, whose tag read, \"MY NAME IS Jason\" with familiarity.
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