Sweet Death: A Novel
Told with dazzling narrative brilliance and the haunting power of an impassioned soliloquy, an astonishing parable of a woman's obsession of sweets and delicacies is seen. A novel of heartstopping intensity, black humor and passion not easily forgotten.
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And even if some overwhelming reason forced her to come here, I'd recognize
her knock on the door among a thousand, that light tap so she won't chip her
fingernail polish. Given the pervasive disorder in here, it would take me only a
And soon there was nothing left of my mortal coil, my assailants, or the storm. I
had become the spirit of the ocean. At that instant someone slammed a door out
on the landing. That's when my tongue rediscovered the caramel. The time will ...
It sings. The unruly clouds of dense air that have formed inside my chest collide
with the unchanged boundaries of my rib cage. Despite my size, I've still got the
skeleton of a child. Nausea. Someone knocked at the door. Someone tried to get
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