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Westerly, Lark
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Fiction
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2008
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Eternal Press (a division of Damnation Books)
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English
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The thorn has pierced my finger, pierced my skin. My blood wells up, a bead of life that rises and gleams in the moonlight. Black. It reflects the slit of a dying moon. The roses are all about me. Their velvet blooms are damask, Bourbon, musk, they swell like the breasts of harlots and their sc