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

The Ebony, Subterranean Fear in the Heart
by Nelson von Bard, OBE

   No; Lady Félice was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the aroma of fresh mulberry pies nor the now-familiar confines of Félice’s grass hut impressed her, and it was all because he wasn’t 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…
   Truly, it had been a most godless, romantic day when Brother Chrysalis had brought him to her attention.
   Only in this moment of extremity could it have happened that an abrupt fanfare from the long-silent trumpets shattered her composure into a million passionate pieces! She somehow knew that her heart had been right all along. Surely it could not be — but it was! At the door, the renewed and masculine face she had come to know so well! “Without you I am nothing,” he said while the truth — the whole truth — slowly came home to her. “I need you, baby doll!”
   It was then that as he excitedly began to show her his plans for the villa they were to share, she knew that life without him was unthinkable, if not tender. Wthout him, could she ever have realized thankfully that, in the end, things always work out really, really well?

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