Damn it, the tiger played velvet paws with me, didn't he?
Mary StewartMots clés mary-stewart nine-coaches-waiting
...kissing me with a violence that was terrifying and yet, somehow, the summit of all my tenderest dreams.
Mary StewartMots clés love kissing mary-stewart nine-coaches-waiting
Funny, one somehow imagines her snuffing quietly out now, the way the moon would if the sun vanished.
Mary StewartI remember thinking with a queer detached portion of my mind that here was someone wringing her hands. One reads about it and one never sees it, and now here it was.
Mary StewartMots clés mary-stewart nine-coaches-waiting wringing-hands
I knew that I had turned my world back to cinders, sunk my lovely ship with my own stupid, wicked hands.
Mary StewartMots clés ruin self-destruction mary-stewart nine-coaches-waiting
Well, what was luck for if it was never to be tempted?
Mary StewartMots clés luck mary-stewart nine-coaches-waiting
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