ALONSA ASKED Günter as they trudged through dead leaves and kicked aside pebbles in search of the best kindling wood. “It is beautiful. Do I know it?” Günter’s hand still lightly clasped hers. She tried to ignore the warmth of his big palm; tried to forget the last time she had felt it upon her b...
No doubt because there would be so many other people present, and because of Beast’s likely reticence to show himself under such conditions, he had left instructions that only Bill the footman need attend me. True to his word, Gerard had let me go. Mrs. Jones had orders to...
She pushed it aside impatiently. Dead leaves drifted in a lazy circle around their feet. “Even in the convent,” she began, “we had heard about Dr. Luther’s ninety-five theses, though we were not supposed to. Copies circulated everywhere. The sisters, only a few of us at first, would gather in sec...