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Private Words [MultiFormat]
eBook by Mark W. Tiedemann
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: Conny's marriage to her writer husband, William, was never normal. Frail and sickly, he struggles to sell his work, but the only success he finds is through the effect his work has on his wife and his oldest friend, Geoffrey, who discover passion only in the grip of William's creative outpouring.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Sirens and Other Daemon Lovers, ed. Datlow and Windling, 1998
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2005
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [296 KB], eReader (PDB) [46 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [34 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [31 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [87 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [102 KB], hiebook (KML) [87 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [63 KB], iSilo (PDB) [28 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [35 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [63 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [49 KB]
Words: 10338 Reading time: 29-41 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

May, 1936 "Conny, he's asking for you." She blinked in the bright wash of morning light and looked up at Geoffrey. His face was pale, making the scar across his cheek look like a slight fold of skin. Conny sat forward in the overstuffed chair. It had seemed the most comfortable chair in the house the night before, but now her back ached. She rubbed sleepers from her eyes. "What time is it?" "A little past seven." He stepped back, hands in pockets. "He's been awake less than half and hour. The nurse is with him." "How is he?" "Not good." Conny stood and her head swam. She remembered dreaming, and a half-real tingle in her abdomen. It startled her and she almost asked if William had been writing. But the images fled as soon as she tried to capture them, like ghosts.
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