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

Bloody Shadows, Avian Season
by Félice Niven, LL.D

   Waiting alone in the chill gloom of the crypt, with the avian sweet orchard smell wafting in from outside, the softly-sobbing Tomas thought once more of tall Trader Zachary, the ‘hooded visitor’ in her recurring dream. He was now, according to the gypsy woman, dancing away the hot Rio nights with the sultry David.
   Then, without any warning, came an inrush of cool air as the door was flung open, and she nearly swooned. He was here! “I love you with a fiery passion which cannot be denied, my darling!” he rumbled.
   Only in this moment of extremity could it have happened that the truth — the whole truth — slowly came home to her, and as he slid the little ring onto her finger, she took a moment to plan some of the details of their pre-nuptial agreement.

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