Love, sorrow, pain; how clever, how utterly hollow and cold. The vivacity of Madeleine and Elizabeth was pleasant, mesmerising, yet at the same time he regarded the rapt attention they paid him with cynicism. It seemed to solidify out of nowhere with a black-ice crackling of the air. Some vampires—unbelievers, like Karl—said it was impossible to explain the Crystal Ring.
She twisted and her feet skidded from under her, but he held her firm. the attention and held it—almost like an actor on film, silver light and shadowy darkness, hypnotic. Finally Anne jumped up and said, Oh, Charli, what a shock! But her father, stony-faced, did not utter a word. The skin of the boy's neck tasted foul, bitter with the ingrained filth of the trenches, with sweat and smoke.
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