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59 pages, ebook
First published February 2, 2016
‘He had a West End life in his odd, specialised way. He’d only seen men of colour as itinerant street-sellers, never actually spoken to a black man before, certainly never touched one.
Hall’s hand had felt… well, Crispin was sure he should assert that it felt the same as any other man’s hand, but..’
‘Crispin might be scared and guilty, and a warlock, whatever that was, but his tongue was in Ned’s mouth like that was the only thing that mattered..’
“Because you need someone to help you, and I don’t see anyone else lining up. Because those freckles are killing me.”