Kymli had always believed that magic, if it existed at all, lived quietly in the corners of ordinary things. In the soft curl of steam rising from her tea. In the familiar weight of a well-worn

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"You’ll have to sleep in here with me, Lavinia.” She strips off in silence and climbs in.

They can hear talking outside, and then the inevitable tap on the door. Lavinia sucks up the tension in one elongated in-breath and expels as much fear as she can.

"We make sacrifices every day, Father…every day and every night, so our children may live."

Lavinia lights a candle stub melded into the neck of an empty brown-stained rum bottle, sweeps away the sprigs, the leaf cuttings and the rock salt from a grainy wooden slab of a table

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Gabriel Garcia Marquez's "Chronicle of a Death Foretold" is a captivating introduction to magical realism.

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Ed could smell the chlorine from the other side of the street. He stumbled through the haze, eyes burning.

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Our house is close to the beach and the sea is a constant companion there. Mother said that she does not like it because many bad things happen there at night but she cannot leave because that is the place