Something Wicked This Way Comes (Green Town, #2)
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And the first boy, with hair as blond-white as milk thistle, shut up one eye, tilted his head, and looked at the salesman with a single eye as open, bright and clear as a drop of summer rain. “Will,” he said. “William Halloway.”
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And the first boy, with hair as blond-white as milk thistle, shut up one eye, tilted his head, and looked at the salesman with a single eye as open, bright and clear as a drop of summer rain. “Will,” he said. “William Halloway.”
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The second boy did not move, but lay stomach down on the autumn grass, debating as if he might make up a name. His hair was wild, thick, and the glossy color of waxed chestnuts. His eyes, fixed to some distant point within himself, were mint rock-crystal green. At last he put a blade of dry grass in his casual mouth. “Jim Nightshade,” he said.
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The second boy did not move, but lay stomach down on the autumn grass, debating as if he might make up a name. His hair was wild, thick, and the glossy color of waxed chestnuts. His eyes, fixed to some distant point within himself, were mint rock-crystal green. At last he put a blade of dry grass in his casual mouth. “Jim Nightshade,” he said.
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dismayed,
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valise
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If by some miracle her eyelids should open within that sapphire and she should look at him, he knew what color her eyes would be. He knew what color her eyes would be.
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gaunt
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In the meadow stood the skeleton main poles and wires of the main tent, waiting for its canvas skin.
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floe.
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Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death! You dream with your eyes open.
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And wasn’t it true, had he read it somewhere, more people in hospitals die at 3 A.M. than at any other time . . .?
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copious
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poise,
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Me, thought Will, I’m the rabbit. And he was white, and much afraid.
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The night was sweet with the dust of autumn leaves that smelled as if the fine sands of ancient Egypt were drifting to dunes beyond the town.
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crone
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tremulous
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trough,
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“Ohmigosh.”
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Lol
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stealthily
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juggernaut
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amiable