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

Passionate, Savage Trouble in the Quizzical Trees
by Mark Baker, OBE

   Waiting alone in the frost-blue frock he had so often praised, with the burning far-off clamour of the playing fields wafting in from outside, Sargon thought once more of Long Abraham, the man she had belonged to so completely. He was now, according to her horoscope, on a collision course with the High Council itself.
   Just then, came the thud of fists, a muffled cry, fighting on the stairway, and she realized, in a single instant, what was now to happen. He was here! “We marry tonight, Randy Lil!” he stammered in his curiously endearing fashion.
   At long last he slid the little ring onto her finger, and as there was a much-appreciated break in the formerly-incessant shelling, she realized thankfully that, in the end, things always work out really, really well.

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