Publisher's Synopsis
Her hands shake as she brings a
cup of hot drink to her lips, as she wrinkles her nose when the bitter
flavor of some sort of coffee hits her tongue.
A seemin, ly endless array of food is displayed on the table and if
she were feelin, better than she does, she would taste all of it. As it isx
she is not consumed by that particular breed of hun, er. Her blood
boils. Her skin sizzles. Ber breaths come short and uneven.