The Girl with No Shadow (Chocolat, #2)

by Joanne Harris

There’s an old story my mother used to tell, about a boy who sold his shadow to a peddler on the road in exchange for the gift of eternal life.

“There’s more,” said Jean-Loup. “Just look at this.” And he pulled out a folded piece of newspaper, a clipping from one of the Paris newspapers with a blurry picture of a woman’s face. Her name, it said, was Françoise Lavery. But the picture was just like those prints of Zozie, tiny eyes and twisted mouth, even down to that weird smudge….

“You can laugh, but there’s something wrong. I can feel it when she’s around. I’m going to bring my camera tonight. I want some close-ups—some kind of proof—” “You and your ghosts.” I was feeling annoyed.