It was true. She was his soul’s star. His heart ignited every time she came into the room, flared with every just-so ges — Mark Kirkbride, Satan's Fan Club
It was true. She was his soul’s star. His heart ignited every time she came into the room, flared with every just-so ges — Mark Kirkbride, Satan's Fan Club
It was true. She was his soul’s star. His heart ignited every time she came into the room, flared with every just-so ges — Mark Kirkbride, Satan's Fan Club
It was true. She was his soul’s star. His heart ignited every time she came into the room, flared with every just-so ges — Mark Kirkbride, Satan's Fan Club
It was true. She was his soul’s star. His heart ignited every time she came into the room, flared with every just-so ges — Mark Kirkbride, Satan's Fan Club
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It was true. She was his soul’s star. His heart ignited every time she came into the room, flared with every just-so gesture. Anything she touched became instantly talismanic.

— Mark Kirkbride, Satan's Fan Club
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