Keefe glared at both of them, wishing he still had some of his favorite elixirs handy. “Is that what you’re calling it?” Ro asked, plopping next to him and bouncing the mattress so hard that Keefe almost let out a yelp. “See? It’s my brooding, mysterious look.” “What? This is how I smile now!” Keefe tightened his jaw and raised one eyebrow. “I might be willing to believe you,” Elwin told him, “if you weren’t gritting your teeth every time you move.” Not that he cared-he had big plans to trash all of Alvar’s stuff as soon as he was done hiding out there. “Look! I’m all better!” Keefe promised, waving his arms and almost knocking over the ugly lamp on the table next to the bed. Hope you enjoy! - Shannon Messenger + DAY ONE + So imagine these scenes happening at the same time as all the crazy stuff Sophie & Crew are doing during chapters 36–60 of this book. Don’t worry, the bonus Keefe hilarity will still be here when you’re ready! And now that I’ve sufficiently warned you-*pauses to give you one last chance to flee*- the pages you’re about to read cover what Keefe was up to during his recovery. In their eyes as they watched a cat being stroked, a sleepy child picked up and huddled off to bed, or a tired man stretch and knock out his pipe on the end of a smouldering log.If you haven’t read Nightfall yet, SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT! Even the rest of this paragraph isn’t safe, so if you snuck back here because you’re channeling your inner Silveny (KEEFE! KEEFE! KEEFE!), you might want to wait. Moving at will from one theatre to another, the two spectators, so far from home themselves, had something of wistfulness Most of the low latticed windows were innocent of blinds, and to the lookers-in from outside, the inmates, gathered round the tea-table, absorbed in handiwork, or talking with laughter and gesture, had each that happy grace which is the last thing the skilled actor shall capture-the natural grace which goes with perfect unconsciousness of observation. Little was visible but squares of a dusky orange-red on either side of the street, where the firelight or lamplight of each cottage overflowed through the casements into the dark world without.

“The rapid nightfall of mid-December had quite beset the little village as they approached it on soft feet over a first thin fall of powdery snow.

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