Lady Friday [antikvár]

Prologue L. >eaf woke with a start and sat up in bed. For a moment she was disoriented because she wasn't in her own bed. No band poster stared baci< at her from the wall at the foot of the bed because there was no wall. The bedside table was missing too, and on the other side there were no winking red eyes from her four-foot-high troll clock, the one she'd made with her brother Ed several years before for a school science project. She wasn't in her normal sleeping clothes either: a band T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. Instead,