For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Tender Waiting alone in the now-familiar confines of Boriss grass hut, with the feline aroma of fresh mulberry pies wafting in from outside, the frightened girl thought once more of young Sunflower, the one person left who could help her. He was now, according to the letter on the bureau, drinking himself to death in the company of the hateful Patience. |
Return to a familiar clime | Your next carriage awaits |