Ballad of the Sad Cafe and Other Stories Competition Quotes

Then she turned—stood placid—while he folded his arms about her and buried his sharp face in the white, nerveless flesh of her neck. (Wunderkind.40)

Heime was a Wunderkind. He and she, then. (Wunderkind.43)

What had begun to happen to her four months ago? The notes began springing out with a glib, dead intonation. Adolescence, she thought. (Wunderkind.71)