Anne Rice - v1, Lasher

Anne Rice v1 Lasher

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Unformatted text preview: , Fielding tilting forward at a precarious angle, his labored breathing audible, a little cough collecting in his wattled throat. Mona felt Rowan's soft pale arm. She had laid her fingers right on the bruises. What had caused them? Had he grabbed Rowan and shaken her? You could almost see the marks of the fingers. Mona laid her own fingers on top of the marks. Rowan, heal! She hadn't waited for the others, and now she saw that all had made the same silent unceremonious decision. She heard the communal prayer rising; she saw that Paige and Lily had closed their eyes. "Heal," whispered Paige. "Heal," whispered Mona. 439 "Heal, Rowan," said Randall in a deep decisive voice. Finally the disgruntled murmur came from Fielding. "Heal, child, if the power is within you. Heal. Heal. Heal." When Mona opened her eyes again she saw that Michael was crying. He was holding Rowan's right hand tight in both of his. He was whispering the word along with all of them. Mona closed her eyes and said it aga...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.

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