” “Of course you’re converted?” she said. ” Lucy embraced Michelle and pierced her neck with elongated canines, one hand clamped over Michelle’s biting, screaming mouth. “It is about your sister, Lady Ferringhall. Taber is the name. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. Even the chattering monkeys, parrots, and parrakeets departed the fruit groves for the smelly dark of the jungle. The risk I run is nothing to yours. " "My coat, please.
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