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Someone help me. Never has a book hit me so hard. I would cry but it's too sad for tears.
Based on excerpt from "The Storyteller" by Antonia Michaelis
"They stopped in front of the window; it was the window of a Chinese restaurant, and there was a red dragon painted on it. Next to that dragon Micha had written: “K IS EacH Oth ER.” Abel looked at Anna. Anna looked at Abel. “She is the little queen,” said Abel, “in our fairy tale, at least.” “One must obey the queen,” said Anna. Abel nodded seriously. But, of course, we will walk farther now, Anna thought. And we will forget what was written on the window … It’s almost forgotten already. Then, very suddenly, Abel pulled her into the doorway beside the shop window, into the smell of hot vegetable oil and MSG, next to a glass door with another red dragon on it, and kissed her. Damn, thought Anna. I’m nearly eighteen years old, and I’ve never been kissed. Not properly, anyway. His lips were as cold as snow, but beyond the lips lay the warmth of a fairy-tale sun. She felt his tongue search for hers, and she thought of the wolf. And if it is true, she thought … if the fairy tale is true? A shot in the neck and a deadly bite in the neck. It all fits. And if I am kissing a murderer?”

To everyone, you should really read the book.

Description
Someone help me. Never has a book hit me so hard. I would cry but it's too sad for tears.
Based on excerpt from "The Storyteller" by Antonia Michaelis
"They stopped in front of the window; it was the window of a Chinese restaurant, and there was a red dragon painted on it. Next to that dragon Micha had written: “K IS EacH Oth ER.” Abel looked at Anna. Anna looked at Abel. “She is the little queen,” said Abel, “in our fairy tale, at least.” “One must obey the queen,” said Anna. Abel nodded seriously. But, of course, we will walk farther now, Anna thought. And we will forget what was written on the window … It’s almost forgotten already. Then, very suddenly, Abel pulled her into the doorway beside the shop window, into the smell of hot vegetable oil and MSG, next to a glass door with another red dragon on it, and kissed her. Damn, thought Anna. I’m nearly eighteen years old, and I’ve never been kissed. Not properly, anyway. His lips were as cold as snow, but beyond the lips lay the warmth of a fairy-tale sun. She felt his tongue search for hers, and she thought of the wolf. And if it is true, she thought … if the fairy tale is true? A shot in the neck and a deadly bite in the neck. It all fits. And if I am kissing a murderer?”

To everyone, you should really read the book.