"My sleep began in the spring of 1914. I slept through both World Wars and the tainted calm between. It was as if I had been cursed by an evil fairy, pricked by an enchanted spinning wheel; an impenet
With her awkward limbs, pale-bordering-on-translucent skin, and lungs so weak that she's often left gasping for air, Nere feels more at home swimming with the dolphins her mother studies than she does
