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113 pages, Hardcover
First published September 1, 1982
I stood on the cliff, looking down. The night sea crashed on the rocks below, and the wind twined my skirt around my legs and whipped at my hair. There was always wind up here, even in summer. Traffic roared by on the highway behind me. There was always traffic, too, summer and winter, day and night. Depadres Point was the name of the steep, jutting cliff, but around here it was called Departure Point. Twelve people had died at this place when they missed the curve and went down onto the rocks below.