Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. ‘Will you—what was it?—“blow off his head”?’ Melusine eyed her, a little uncertain. ‘Where is Gérard?’ ‘Out of town,’ Hilary said briefly. I've been thinking about it ever since morning. This isn’t the place.
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