For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative…

Beyond the Eternal, Dangerous Star
by Jacques Johnson

   Waiting alone in the full knowledge that her fate was now sealed, with the savage, unconquered fragrance of a new spring wafting in from outside, the softly-sobbing Lyle thought once more of Pedro, the ‘hooded visitor’ in her recurring dream. He was now, according to Mike’s shocking revelation, dancing away the hot Rio nights with the sultry Jacques.
   Then, without any warning, came a confused chorus of greetings from the courtyard, and she leapt to her feet with hope — and alarm — in her eyes. He was here! “Come to me, my angel — my porcelain angel!” he boomed in that unforgettable hypnotic drawl.
   At long last he dabbed at her tears with the handkerchief she herself had made for him, and as he went down on his knees and implored her to forgive him, she realized thankfully that, in the end, things always work out really, really well.

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