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| Harry Brooker - The Treasure Volume |
Look well to this day,
For it is life.
In its brief course lies all the realities of existence.
For yesterday is but a memory
and tomorrow only a vision.
--Sanskrit Poem
"So you wish to enter the world of the undead ... To immerse in this is to invite the undead into your life." Mara lifted an eyebrow over her glasses in that way the fortune teller asks if you really wish to know of your days ahead. "By the time you understand my warning," she said, "it will be too late, and they will be in your life."
"But why did you run away from the Rue St Dominique? And where were you between the month of June in the year fifty-six and last September?"
"I cannot tell you, Talbot Bulstrode. This is my secret, which I cannot tell you."
"You cannot tell me! There is upwards of a year missing from your life; and you cannot tell me, your betrothed husband, what you did with that year?"
"I cannot."
"Then, Aurora Floyd, you can never be my wife."She loses the first man who loves her; marries the second who adores her. And still her terrible secret darkens her otherwise happy life. Like a gathering storm, trouble comes in the form of blackmail, two new enemies, and the inopportune arrival of James Conyers, a very unwelcome old acquaintance. There's even a murder. What's a girl like Aurora to do?