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|Product dimensions:||5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.00(d)|
|Age Range:||12 - 18 Years|
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From A SPARK UNSEEN
I opened my eyes, the air in my bedchamber pulsing with the kind of silence that only comes in the wake of sound a sound that never should have been there. I waited, listening. Shadows hid the dressing table, my bookshelves, the roses on the wallpaper, each window swathed in a shroud of black. But my room was empty. I felt this as certainly as the satin coverlet clutched in my hand. And then it came again. A soft clink of metal, and a creak of floorboard in the hall. I watched a shaft of yellow light move across the crack beneath my door.
I flung back the coverlet and ran, barefoot and noiseless across the carpet, all thought now narrowed to a single key that stood in the lock on my door. The same key I had forgotten to turn before climbing into bed. My feet stopped of their own accord just before the door, my nightgown tangled about my knees, and quietly I pressed one cheek against the cold mahogany while my left hand felt through the darkness, searching for the key. There was a low murmur in the corridor, a man's timbre, and an answering grumble. Two of them. My fingers found the key. I turned it, slowly, dreading its click. And just as slowly, I felt the knob above my key begin to move, twisted by a hand I could not see on the other side. The door locked with an audible thunk just as the knob gave a short rattle.