For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Ebony, Subterranean Fear in the Heart No; Lady Félice was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the aroma of fresh mulberry pies nor the now-familiar confines of Félices grass hut impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that Kerry, the arcane loving suitor she had turned so thoughtlessly away, had a full life in which he was recklessly endangering her life as well as his own, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one expressive girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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