erly

ith a rusty spoon. My qi, my essence, was d

aken a kidney and a liter of sp

ays had

e about the blood. I had to leave

ell of Alex's victory-strawberries an

g. Literally glowing. My es

ppointed. "Your blood is poten

cony, wearing swim trunks. "Y

e for my

cooed, brushing pas

pool. She splashed pathet

ould find insulting. But Graves

tood there?" he accused m

aves. We don't drown

spat. "You'r

finally died. The

lay the garden of Moon Orchid

last dregs of

u

palm. The garden incinerate

ivorce gift," I

r the floorboards-my frozen child-