Escort service,” Puck replied, shifting to the side so that Twiggs could get a clear view
of me. Those beady eyes fixed on me, blinking in confusion. Then, suddenly, they got
huge and round, as Twiggs looked back at Puck.
“Is…is that…?”
“It is.”
“Does she…?”
“No.”
“Oh, my.” Twiggs opened the door wide, beckoning with a sticklike arm.

Autor: Julie Kagawa

Escort service,” Puck replied, shifting to the side so that Twiggs could get a clear view<br />of me. Those beady eyes fixed on me, blinking in confusion. Then, suddenly, they got<br />huge and round, as Twiggs looked back at Puck.<br />“Is…is that…?”<br />“It is.”<br />“Does she…?”<br />“No.”<br />“Oh, my.” Twiggs opened the door wide, beckoning with a sticklike arm. - Julie Kagawa




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