A Colder breeze lifted a dead leaf to the roof and sent it scuttling merrily on its way to catch in my hair. It crackled dry and brittle when Chris plucked it out and held it, just staring down at a dead maple leaf as if his very life depended on reading its secret for knowing how to blow in the wind. No arms, no legs, no wings... bit it could fly when dead.
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V.C. Andrews was a 20th-century American novelist. Cleo Virginia Andrews, better known as Virginia C. Andrews or V. Read more on Wikipedia →