The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt — Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
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— Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins
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