He had bars on all the windows now. She stroked his new security door with the pads of her fingers like it was fur. “Taste his fear. It tastes just like champagne. Cold and crisp and absolutely without sweetness.”
– Janet Fitch, White Oleander, page 32
Version:
ebook, 345 pages
Published September 1st 2006 by Little, Brown and Company
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