For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Beside the Silent Seasons No; Igraine she who had always seemed so cold! was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the sweet orchard smell nor the chill gloom of the crypt impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that Holly von Morris, the ultramarine mysterious stranger with the large dog, had a full life in which he was drinking himself to death in the company of the hateful Edwin, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one immortal, antediluvian girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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