Ilona Andrews
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Any messages for me? Usually I got one or two, but mostly people who wanted my help preferred to talk in person. Yes. Hold on. She pulled out a handful of pink tickets and recited from memory, without checking the paper. Seven forty-two a.m., Mr. Gasparian: I curse you. I curse your arms so they wither and die and fall off your body. I curse your eyeballs to explode. I curse your feet to swell until blue. I curse your spine to crack. I curse you. I curse you. I curse you. ✨ Ilona Andrews (2010). Magic Bleeds, p.38, Penguin

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