He was poor, yet always appeared to be giving something away; a stranger, yet everyone was his friend; no longer young, but as happy-hearted as a boy; plain and peculiar, yet his face looked beautiful to many.

No matter how many sunsets you have seen in your life you have to wait for the night to end to see the sun rise.

Harold Brodie is a louse and a lothario who cheats at cards and has a different girl in his rumble seat every week. That coupe of his is pos-i-tute-ly a petting palace. And he’s a terrible kisser to boot.”   Evie’s parents stared in stunned silence.   “Or so I’ve heard.

Written By Libba Bray

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