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.Young skin the color of copper-bronze/young skin the color of cream.Antithesis, aye.As Ion and I to one another."Mine, mine!" cried the black-haired girl."Mine, mine!" cried the gold-haired girl.•Closer.Closer.I saw how the doll's arms and legs were spread and pulled taut, tugged at until the seams threatened to split.Beneath the gilt brooch-crown someone had stitched on a face with colored thread.The red mouth smiled.The blue eyes gazed vacantly into the heavens, blissfully blind to the fate I so dearly foresaw.And even as I opened beak to cry out a warning, the tortured toy split apart and spilled out its dried-bean blood onto the grass.I heard the hiss and rattle as the beans poured out and a shriek from each of the girls.My shadow slanted across them both.Now they sawme.Now they took notice of my nearness.Now they threw down the two empty halves of the ruined doU and turned their faces toward the sky.And I saw clearly, as I had not from the beginning, that neither girl had a face.Only blankness, endless blankness amidst the black/gold hair, devoid of a single feature.Weight descended upon me.In a panic, I tried to sit up and could not; I was pinned to the bed too securely.Even as I opened my mouth to cry out, the warm,pungent breath of a mountain cat rushed in to replace the sound I sought to make.Tasha loomed over me.I beard the deep staccatorattle of her rumbling purr.Her cool nose touched mine briefly, then she set tongue to flesh and began to lick."lan!" Most of my strangled shout was muffled beneath Tasha's tongue.I did not dare move.Forepaws on shoulders pinned my upper body; hind ones were thrust be-43tween my naked thighs.No; it was not worth tile risk."Tasha— [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]