When she opened her eyes, the world had turned to normal, and she saw Karl. file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Freda%20Warrington%20-%20A%20Taste%20of%20Blood%20Wine. He was numbed against the frigid air that had splintered him; adrift in the torpor of having his life-energy stolen by the dead, his blood taken by Karl. In one way it made her feel ridiculous and self-conscious, but in another it bestowed a welcome anonymity.
It grew a little easier each time, as if the intensity of her need carried her beyond conscience. She had eaten without hunger or revulsion, without tasting anything. Edward, I'm David's sister. html (330 of 711)28-12-2006 21:38:58 A Taste succeeding, and yet not suffocating.
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