In novel after novel, and story after story, Charles de Lint has brought an entire imaginary North American city to vivid life. Newford: where magic lights dark streets; where myths walk clothed in modern shapes; where a broad cast of extraordinary and affecting people work to keep the whole world turning. At the center of all the entwined lives in Newford stands a young artist named Jilly Coppercorn, with her tangled hair, her paint-splattered jeans, a smile perpetually on her lips--Jilly, whose paintings capture the hidden beings that dwell in the city's shadows. Now, at last, de Lint tells Jilly's own story...for behind the painter's fey charm lies a dark secret and a past she's labored to forget. And that past is coming to claim her now. qI'm the onion girl, q Jilly Coppercorn says. qPull back the layers of my life, and you won't find anything at the core. Just a broken child. A hollow girl.q She's very, very good at running. But life has just forced Jilly to stop.I manage to ask. aNot long, a the woman says softly. aAn hour or two.a I nod. Like it means anything. No matter what we got to say here, Pinkya#39;s still going to be dead. But I need to keep this conversation going. Ita#39;s_all thata#39;s keeping me fromanbsp;...
|Title||:||The Onion Girl|
|Author||:||Charles de Lint|
|Publisher||:||Macmillan - 2002-08-03|