Perhaps it was a matter of familiarity; perhaps it was an instinct honed after three decades in the Library; perhaps it was a sympathetic echo between unwritten writer and unremembered books, but Claire knew in an instant that there’d been a loss.
Jesus word count padding run-on sentence motherfucking hell. WHERE is an editor?
I'd love to know if Hackwith or her editor read any of this out-loud and realized how long-winded it is.
