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ABC Amber LIT Converter /abclit.html ABC Amber LIT Converter /abclit.html ? ? ? KEY OF LIGHT Nora Roberts Chapter One The storm ripped over the mountains, gushing torrents of rain that struck the ground with the sharp ring of metal on stone. Lightning strikes spat down, angry artillery fire that slammed against the cannon roar of thunder. There was a gleeful kind of mean in the air, a sizzle of temper and spite that boiled with power. It suited Malory Prices mood perfectly. Hadnt she asked herself what else could go wrong? Now in answer to that weary, and completely rhetorical, question, nature—in all her maternal wrath—was showing her just how bad things could get. There was an ominous rattling somewhere in the dash of her sweet little Mazda, and she still had nineteen payments to go on it. In order to make those payments, she had to keep her job. She hated her job. That wasnt part of the Malory Price Life Plan, which she had begun to outline at the age of eight. Twenty years later, that outline had become a detailed and organized checklist, complete with headings, subheadings, and cross-references. She revised it meticulously on the first day of each year. She was supposed tolove her job. It said so, quite clearly, under the heading of career. Shed worked at The Gallery for seven years, the last three of those as manager, which was right on schedule. And she had loved it—being surrounded by art, having an almost free hand in the displaying, the acquiring, the promotion, and the setup for showings and events. The fact was, shed begun to think of The Gallery as hers, and knew full well that the rest of the staff, the clients, the artists and craftsmen felt very much the same. James P. Horace might have owned the smart little gallery, but he never questioned Malorys decisions, and on his increasingly rare visits he complimented her, always, on the acquisitions, the ambience, the sales. It had been perfect, which was exactly what Malory intended her