Truvie suddenly stood next to a bald man wearing a bright blue three-piece suit and navy-blue tie with pale green polka dots.
Books and maps surrounded them.
A library.
A giant, lose-yourself-for-days library.
Must be a university.
Waves crashed into jagged glass rocks several stories below their view out to a raging sea.
She saw herself in the glass, soaking wet and shivering.
Her lips blue, quivering.
Squinting at his reflection, she knew him.
Grandaddy? Welcome home, Truitt Sky.
Karen Mc Dermott Becoming truitt skye: book 1: the city on the sea, hardcover/adrea l. peters
