Warpaint - The Fool -deluxe Edition- -2011- -

She handed June a small tin. Inside was a paste, dark as dried blood but sweet-smelling, like roses and gasoline.

She touched her forehead. The paste had transferred. A tiny white streak, sharp as a razor, soft as a breath. Warpaint - The Fool -Deluxe Edition- -2011-

“Keep the warpaint,” she said. “You’ll need it for the next part.” She handed June a small tin