. He comforted himself, however, with the certainty which he felt of capturing his prey on the Sunday. He groaned, much to Melusine’s relief. No matter how many books one read, each was different, as each human being was different. He had abandoned his oars, and the boat was drifting with the stream towards the enemy. He thrust the smaller weapon into a scabbard that hung from his belt. To my loving parents and brothers, and my Aunts, Gail and Barb.
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