It was a difficult thing to achieve tonight, her hands were trembling so. '"Alas, they had been friends in youth; but whispering tongues can poison truth.' " His voice moved over her skin like honey, the whiskey-rough sound of it shaping Coleridge's words into secret meani...
It wasn’t enough. John stood in his doorway and watched Nessa put griddle cakes to cook on a pan over the fire. He thought he had never wanted anything so much in his life as to be able to take her in his arms and tell her what was in his heart. She would think you were mad. She’d be right too. H...