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

Immortal Heart, Burning Encounter
by Peason Weiland, PhD, RCMP

   No; John, even lovelier — if possible — in her grief, was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the fragrance of a new spring nor the great, oak-panelled library impressed her, and it was all because he wasn’t there. Intellectually, she realized that dashing Gerry Bohr, the eternal soldier-lover of her youthful imaginings, 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 enchanted girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet…
   Truly, it had been a most verdant, remarkable day when her horoscope had brought him to her attention.
   Then, without any warning, a peal of mighty bells shattered her composure into a million flashing pieces! She rose to face the inevitable. Surely it could not be — but it was! At the door, the intensely pagan and masculine face she had come to know so well! “I couldn’t stay away,” he stated while the music in her heart rose to a new crescendo of happiness. “I need you, Adored One!”
   Abruptly, as there was a much-appreciated break in the formerly-incessant shelling, she knew that life without him was unthinkable, if not darkest. Wthout him, could she ever have started to think about what they would call their children?

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