And she would not hold back his limbs when his heart was gone to the woods, for it is ever the way of witches with any two things to care for the more mysterious of the two.

Even if there are moments during the day when all seems normal and when every action of your own and of those around you seems to be unremarkable, the appearance of ordinariness is an illusion, and just below the placid surface, the world is seething.

I'd rather be in danger with you than be safe without you.

Now, do you mind telling me what the fuck is going on?

Written By Sophie Kinsella

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