The Missing of Clairdelune (The Mirror Visitor, #2)

by Christelle Dabos

Ophelia had spoken, eaten, slept in front of a crowd of people. She thought of the many times she’d taken something to read with her to the lavatory, and right under the noses of the old ladies, too.

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“And you, do you still hate me?” “I don’t think so. Not anymore.” “Good,” Thorn grunted between his teeth. “Because I’ve never made such an effort not to be hated by someone.”

You don’t seem fully to grasp the destabilizing effect that someone like you can have on someone like me.”