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Sunday, December 15, 2013

Sunday Guest: Trufflehunter

From: CS Lewis' Prince Caspian (The Chronicles of Narnia)

The quote: A dark shape approached the bed. Caspian felt an arm slipped gently under his shoulders -- if it was exactly an arm. The shape somehow seemed wrong. The face that bent towards him seemed wrong too.  . . .  "It's a mask of some sort," thought Caspian.