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“Before tonight, Skye had never done coke — or any drug, other than sips from her father’s wineglass. But she wielded the accoutrements with surprising grace. When the line vanished, she sat up and ran one finger across the bridge of her nose — her face smooth and white as a teacup ... My premonition lit the room as if we’d struck a match. Its glow settled around her in a flickering updraft. And I thought whatever story we had together — Skye and I — she would be dead by the end of it.”— Gossip of the Starlings, by Nina de Gramont (Algonquin; $22.95; available June 10)

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