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I hit the ground. The cracks spread. The impact twisted my body. The damaged crystals tried to move like a real body, twisting and bending like flexible skin. But where the statue was hit had reverted to hard unyielding quartz.The cracks spread. I screamed as my body shattered and—My eyes snapped open. I threw back my head, my entire body thrashing in my saddle. My mare neighed in fright. A thousand crystals stabbed into my mind. I clutched my head, my thoughts slashed to bloody ribbons. I leaned over my horse.My stomach rebelled.Bile burned down my throat. My breakfast spilled from my mouth in a vile stream that splattered the skirt of my dress. My bedmaid, Greta, screeched in alarm. She called my name as my stomach heaved again and again.I hoped it was enough. I hoped I saved Sven. The attack destroyed my proxy. It thrust my soul violently back into my body. I clutched my pounding head, tears streaming down my face as I shook.Sven FalkAva shattered at my feet. Her crystalline arm. “Melissa, this is Susan Jean. She just started here today. Susan, this is my girlfriend Melissa.”Jake could see the nictitating veil drop over Susan Jean’s eyes as she appraised Melissa.“Charmed, I’m sure,” she said, still in belle character, “Bye-bye, Jake. I hope we run into each other again.”Once Susan Jean sashayed off, Melissa said, “The ‘have fun’ rule definitely does not apply to that person. Stay away from her, got it?”“Got it,” he answered with the utmost sincerity.Jake sat in study hall dredging up the painful memories that were Susan Jean. Early in December of 1971, Jay was released from the hospital for a six-week convalescent leave to coincide with Christmas. He drove home in the sporty 1970 AMX he had bought earlier that year. Susan Jean Jones was the daughter of an older couple that had moved out on State Road 415 near his parents’ house. Susan’s father had been hurt when a stack of eighty-pound boxes of cabbage fell on him and put him permanently out of the picking.
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