Love Minus Eighty
A NOVEL OF LOVE AND DEATH, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER
The words were gentle strokes, drawing her awake.
"Hello. Hello there."
She felt the light on her eyelids, and knew that if she opened her eyes they would sting, and she would have to shade them with her palm and let the light bleed through a crack.
"Feel like talking?" A man''s soft voice.
And then her mind cleared enough to wonder: who was this man at...
A NOVEL OF LOVE AND DEATH, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER
The words were gentle strokes, drawing her awake.
"Hello. Hello there."
She felt the light on her eyelids, and knew that if she opened her eyes they would sting, and she would have to shade them with her palm and let the light bleed through a crack.
"Feel like talking?" A man''s soft voice.
And then her mind cleared enough to wonder: who was this man at...
