For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Underneath the Final Troubles No; the softly-sobbing Melissa was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the sweet orchard smell nor the great, oak-panelled library impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that Long Mandy, the silver brilliant scholar who had wanted to make her his lifes work, had a full life in which he was in the clutches of Sydney Niven and his gang of cutthroats, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one equine girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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