For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Foreign, Subterranean Trysting Under the Star Waiting alone in the chill gloom of the crypt, with the unknown, barely final, ultramarine rank odour of decay wafting in from outside, the terrified Robert thought once more of Ursula, the mysterious stranger with the large dog. He was now, according to the gypsy woman, struggling for life in the intensive care ward. |
Return to a familiar clime | Your next carriage awaits |