Resurrection. Derek Landy
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Source ISBN: 9780008169022
Ebook Edition © ISBN: 9780008219581
Version: 2019-04-15
This book is dedicated to Yve.
Yve, our friendship is like a fine wine: it improves with age, is fragrant and ebullient, and it has aromas of mulberries and pencil lead and …
No. No, that’s not it.
Our friendship is less like wine and more like a journey. It has twists and turns and sometimes you lose the signal for the radio and find yourself driving around in circles thanks to the cheap sat nav you bought from that guy with the …
No, that’s not it either.
Our friendship is less like wine, and less like a journey, and more like a … a …
Listen, Yve, they’re going to print in the morning and I have to get this dedication done in the next few minutes but I really can’t think of anything that adequately describes our friendship so it’d be much easier if we just weren’t friends any more.
Really sorry.
In the nothing before the beginning there was a thought. And the thought became the beginning.
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