For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Quizzical Waiting alone in the humble comfort of old Emilys hovel, with the almost tenebrous scent of almond blossoms and frangipani wafting in from outside, the softly-sobbing Archibald thought once more of young Harold, the brilliant scholar who had wanted to make her his lifes work. He was now, according to Brother Lyle, marooned by his own crew on the Isle of Retribution. |
Return to a familiar clime | Your next carriage awaits |