"Freda Warrington - A Taste of Blood Wine" - читать интересную книгу автора (Warrington Freda)

PART ONE
I lived alone without you
Shadows on my wall
Ghosts in my looking glass
Voices in the hall
At first I didn't understand
I had nothing left to sell
And although I played with fire
My life was cold as hell
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Chapter One
Outside the Rain
Fear was such an irrational predator. Charlotte Neville stood on the
edge of the crowd, blinking at the glitter of beads on evening
dresses, lights blurring in a blue haze of smoke. The gramophone's
cheerful rasp curled through the babble of voices like the buzzing of
a fly. The whole room seemed to shimmer and expand with her
heartbeat.
This fear had stalked Charlotte all her life, but the more she tried to
reason it away, the deeper it dug its claws. Shyness, others called it,
but that soft word did not even begin to encompass the dread that
lay clotted inside her, ready to flame up whenever she was required
to be sociable.
This is only Fleur's house. It's not as if it's a grand affair, she told
herself angrily, but logic could not break the perverse functioning of
her subconscious. Seeing an empty armchair near the door,
Charlotte made her way shakily to it, grateful that no one took any
notice. If anyone had, she would have answered in monosyllables
until they left her alone.
I want to be friendly, she thought unhappily. Why do I always feel
so out of place and tongue-tied? They must think I'm such a fool.


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