She was no more than a shadow, flickering with the rest in the dappled moonlight. She knew how to use the dark cloak of night to her advantage. The branches of the canopy were like springs beneath the balls of her feet, making her lighter than air as she leapt from one tree to another, towards her freedom. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior permission of the publisher. Helen Scheuerer asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.Īll rights reserved.
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