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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All I know of the world is the impersonal luxury of sumptuous consular apartments
, the long trails of red carpet in deserted corridors, the gleaming perspective of
polished parquet floors, and the unfathomable abyss of vast mirrors reflecting an
Our cramped quarters forced us into a physical proximity we hadn't experienced
in ages. She sat in the worn leather armchair, while I more leaned than sat on the
edge of the bed. My swollen feet grazed the gleaming stiletto heel of her shoe.
The nascent bald spot on the crown of his head looked to me like a huge
gleaming eye in a tangle of thick eyelashes. My fingers went exploring there,
playfully. His hand was a bit moist. Unless it was my hand. Our combined
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