escorted by an apparition, an angel of light dressed in silk who seemed to levitate. The angel, who was none other than his daughter, Penélope, stepped out of the Mercedes and walked over to one of the fountains, waving her parasol and stopping to splash the water of the pond with her hands. As usual, her governess, Jacinta, followed her dutifully, observant of the slightest gesture from the girl. It wouldn’t have mattered if an army of servants had guarded her: Javier had eyes only for the girl. He was afraid
A well-written book. It's neat how there is a cloud of magical-realism above the character's normal worlds. It's like they don't know that they are part of an evolution.
