By David Eddings
Raphael Taylor used to be a golden boy--blond, good-looking, fascinating, a proficient athlete and a major scholar, an angel in each approach. Damon Flood was once a scoundrel--a tender, smilling, cynical satan, as devious and corrupt as Raphael was once open and blameless. The day Raphael met Damon was once the day he all started his mysterious fall from grace. And the golden boy fell very quick and extremely far....
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Taylor," Quillian said coldly, "if you lie around for another two weeks, you won't be strong enough to lift your own dead ass. " "Screw it. " "Come on," Raphael objected. " "Sure it is. " "Where's the difference? I mean, I've seen people on crutches before sprained ankles, broken legs-stuff like that. They pick it up right away. " "Balance, Taylor, balance. A broken leg is still there. You're a one-legged man now. You've lost nearly a fifth of your body weight. Your center of gravity is in your chest instead of your hips.
In a strange sort of way Shimpsie was therapeutic. "That's better, Taylor," Quillian said a week later. "You're starting to get the rhythm now. Don't stump. Make it smooth. Set the crutches down, don't jab at the ground with them. " Raphael, sweating profusely, grimly moved back and forth across the therapy room, gritting his teeth at the burning pain in his arms. " Quillian said in a half-amused way. "Shimpsie? " Quillian laughed. " Page 47 "Because you can't get out of here without her okay. She has to sign a release before they'll discharge you.
Page 37 It was awkward, since they were both quite tall, and the steering wheel was horribly in the way, but they managed. And afterward she cried. He comforted her as best he could and later drove her home, feeling more than a little ashamed of himself. There had been some fairly convincing evidence that, until that night, Marilyn had been one of the girls one would normally take to a school dance. The next time they used the backseat. It was more satisfactory, and this time she did not cry. Raphael, however, was still a bit ashamed and wished they had not done it.