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“Then he saw Catty. He hadn't recognized her at first. She had painted her face white for the day and drawn black caverns around her eyes. Squares over her lips made skeleton teeth. Children circled her, watching her paint a little girl's face.”

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The Sacrifice

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Lynne Ewing
Lynne Ewing

Lynne Ewing, born in 1938, is an accomplished author known for her works in both children's literature and adult fiction. Her writing is celebrated for its rich imagination and emotional depth. more

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“You'll look like a scary calavera now," Catty assured the young girl as she leaned back to admire the skeleton skull she had made on her face. "Who's next?" Catty asked and pulled out another paintbrush. Four hands shot up, but one little girl eased into the chair in front of Catty before she had a chance to choose. "My turn," she said. Catty smiled and began smudging white over the girl's rosy cheeks.”

“«Io voglio amarti di più» disse lei lentamente, timorosa di continuare. Si irrigidì e si scostò per incrociare i suoi occhi. «Non potresti fare in modo che io ti ami di più?» «Sì» sussurrò. «Fino al prossimo incontro con Lucas. E lo sai bene. Non ti sei innamorata una volta sola di lui, te ne innamori ogni volta che lo guardi.» «Allora starò lontana da lui. Per sempre.» Lui distolse lo sguardo e si morse il labbro, pensandoci. «Ma io saprò sempre» sospirò. «Saprò sempre di averti costretta ad amarmi, e che non è la realtà. Se devo essere così, preferisco non essere amato.»”