She wanted to be someone’s muse—to be worshipped and adored, body and soul. She wanted to play Beatrice to a dashing and noble Dante and to inhabit Paradise with him forever. And to live a life that would rival the beauty of Botticelli’s illustrations.
Sylvain ReynardShe knew that upon closer inspection Gabriel would make a lousy poker player. He had too many tells, too many ways he revealed his inner turmoil. He shut his eyes when he was close to losing his temper. He rubbed his face when he was frustrated. He paced when he was distressed or afraid. Rachel watched him begin to pace and wondered what he was afraid of.
Sylvain ReynardHe was paving hell with energy—buying an indulgence, forgiveness for sin.
Sylvain ReynardHe knew he lived in hell. He accepted it. He rarely complained. But truth be told, he desperately wished he could make his escape. His prayers went unanswered, and his plans for reform were almost always thwarted by something or other.
Sylvain ReynardStill, all humans had this shared experience—that of suffering. No human being left this world without shedding a tear, or feeling pain, or wading into the sea of sorrow. Why should her life be any different? Why should she expect special, favored treatment? Even Mother Teresa suffered, and she was a saint.
Sylvain ReynardShe just wanted to be left alone to lick her wounds, like a puppy that had been kicked repeatedly.
Sylvain ReynardGabriel slowly raised his head and stared at her. Ten graduate students inhaled as one and began to move backward in their chairs, fearful that he might explode, or that a dagger from his eye might fly out and gut them.
Sylvain ReynardA very loud popping sound echoed across the seminar room. Each graduate student gazed in complete and utter shock as they realized that Professor Emerson had snapped the whiteboard marker in two. Black ink spread across his fingers like a starless night, and his eyes ignited into an angry blue fire.
Sylvain ReynardYou’re an emotional rollercoaster, and I wanted to climb off.
Sylvain ReynardSex is properly understood to be not only physical, but spiritual—an ecstatic union of two bodies and two souls, meant to mimic the joy and ecstasy of union with the Divine in Paradise. Two bodies joined together in pleasure. Two souls joined through the connection between two bodies and the whole-hearted, enthusiastic, selfless giving of the entire self.
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