For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Feline Waiting alone in the little walled garden, with the antediluvian smell of new-cut grass wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of Baron Ken, the masterful tutor who had transformed her from a mere girl into a real woman. He was now, according to the letter on the bureau, seeking a new life as a Foreign Legionnaire. |
Return to a familiar clime | Your next carriage awaits |