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The Manhattan ArrangementThe Manhattan ArrangementThe thing about breaking up with someone in a live music venue is that the music doesn't stop when you're done. The band on stage was in the middle of a song that sounded like it was about something much bigger than three people sitting at a sticky table, and the crowd around you was clapping and cheering like the end of the song was the end of everything, which it...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 56 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Fitzgerald ArrangementThe Fitzgerald ArrangementThe champagne flutes had stopped clinking three hours ago, but Diana Vanderbilt II could still hear them in her head—the delicate, crystalline sound of social destruction being served in seven-ounce portions. It had happened in the third act of a party that was already too long, in a room that was already too full, beneath chandeliers that cost more than most people...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 2 Views 0 Vista previa
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Blackberry ManorBlackberry ManorAct I: The WoundThe rain fell on Blackberry Manor the way it always falls in Mississippi: not with intention, but with the heavy, relentless persistence of a world that refuses to be anything other than what it is. Cora June Beaumont arrived at the iron gate with a single valise and a letter typed on paper so yellowed it looked like it had been waiting a hundred years for her to...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 20 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Southern ContractThe Southern ContractAct IThe barn was falling apart, which was appropriate because everything in the South was falling apart. Clara Beaumont sat on a stack of feed sacks and watched the last of the rain soak through the roof, and waited for the man who had found her to decide what to do with a Union officer's daughter who had nowhere to go.Cassian Thorne was everything the South had been and...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 31 Views 0 Vista previa
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The MinimalistThe Minimalist Act I The grocery store was open at 11 PM because in Cleveland, nothing closes. Not even hope, apparently. It just runs on different hours. Kate Madsen stood in aisle seven holding the cheapest wine they carried and a bag of frozen dumplings that cost $2.49. She had been a journalist once—real journalism, bylines and deadlines and the kind of writing that made people think. Then...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 53 Views 0 Vista previa
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The House of Small ThingsThe House of Small Things The bayou does not care what you were before it takes you. It takes everything -- the land, the trees, the houses built on land that was never meant to hold houses, the people who built them and told themselves they could stand against water if they built their foundations high enough and their prayers loud enough. The hurricane came in September of 1954, the kind of...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 9 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Contract at MayfairThe Contract at Mayfair She discovered him in the third alcove of St. James's Club, behind a curtain of dark mahogany and velvet that most people assumed concealed only a passage to the billiard room. Charles was leaning against the carved panel, one elbow resting at an angle that spoke of practiced nonchalance, and the woman before him—ladylike enough in appearance, though her gown was the...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 39 Views 0 Vista previa
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The BrokerThe BrokerAct II knew something about the Marlowe empire that could bring it crashing down—a single signed document, a paper trail leading from Hollywood to the Senate floor to places with names I was not supposed to know. I carried it in my purse like a loaded gun, which, come to think of it, it kind of was.Nick Marlowe found me in the Ciro's parking lot after the premiere, standing beside a...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 50 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Jazz DissonanceThe Jazz DissonanceACT IThe floorboards under Elijah's feet were warped from decades of dancing, and that was exactly why he played the way he played. He did not hear the piano—not in the way his audience did. What he heard was a frequency beneath hearing, a vibration that traveled from the keys through the instrument, through the stage, through the soles of his shoes, and into the bones of his...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 49 Views 0 Vista previa
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