For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Looming Barbarians
Waiting alone in the great, oak-panelled library, with the aristocratic fragrance of a new spring wafting in from outside, Marcus thought once more of the fearless Sydney, the sensitive genius who had known her in ways even she did not suspect. He was now, according to The Times, the hapless captive of mind-devouring space aliens.
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