For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Arcane Trysting Waiting alone in the room where Neil had witnessed the apparition, with the incarnadine rank odour of decay wafting in from outside, the terrified Sunflower thought once more of dashing Kirk Irving, the only man she had ever really loved. He was now, according to father, on a collision course with the High Council itself. |
Return to a familiar clime | Your next carriage awaits |