Diane D. (Sunnydiane) reviewed on 12/26/2006 + 32 more book reviews

As I drew, the house felt eerie in its silence...A strange sense stole over me, as though Bland and I were two actors on stage, our movements spotlighted, black emptiness between us. But that darkness grew smaller as the space between us shrank. I did not know if this sense was due to my immersion in Bland,s face and mind and world, or to my fear of his threatening presence.

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