A young woman swung by one leg from the branch of a tree. The other leg pointed straight up, instep arched balletically in spite of high-heeled black boots. She wore narrow black trousers and a tight grey sweater. Her dark hair, which usually tapped just below her shoulder blades as she walked, almost swept the [...]
This is the story of how I met Lucas Varna and what happened then. Who is Lucas Varna? He is the one who set me on this road and the first one ever to really piss me off – and I mean really, really, ‘I’m-mad-as-hell-and-I’m-not-going-to-take-this-any-more!’ pissed off.