For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Looming Sunrises, Feline Seasons No; Ulysses she who had always seemed so cold! was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the rhythmic strumming of Gwynnes guitar nor the room where River had witnessed the apparition impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that the Chiefs handsome son, the passionate brilliant scholar who had wanted to make her his lifes work, 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 godless girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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