Sandra Heath Wilson
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“She should be feeling a tingle of hope, of trust that St Margaret would favour her, but she felt nothing at all. At this moment, if she brought Jon to mind, he was a featureless figure. She could remember the piercing blue of his eyes, but not his smile. Or his voice. Or his lovemaking. He had moved to the periphery of everything.”
― Cicely's Dark Hallowtide
― Cicely's Dark Hallowtide
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