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Book excerpts

She was weary of living her life as a fugitive. The desperate manoeuvres and sacrifices she had made in order to ensure my protection during months of precarious decision-making traversed her subconscious in a tormenting parade of self-recrimination.”

Excerps

Warm Up on the Beach
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“Watching one of her yoga sessions, during which she seemed to defy the laws of physics by keeping perfectly still whilst standing on her head, I sensed I may have found a kindred spirit in Georgiana.”

"I leaned over her and tightly embraced that body of tremulous old flesh, gently running my fingers through her cotton-white hair and feeling the warm moisture of tears descending through deep furrows on her kind, ancient face which I would never see again.”

“Now that your cover has been blown, neither the DAS agency nor any sane individual would recommend you stick your neck out again and make any more public statements. It’s time you faced up to the fact you’ve run out of towns in which to hide.”

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