Damn it, the tiger played velvet paws with me, didn't he?
Mary StewartTag: mary-stewart nine-coaches-waiting
...kissing me with a violence that was terrifying and yet, somehow, the summit of all my tenderest dreams.
Mary StewartTag: 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 StewartTag: 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 StewartTag: ruin self-destruction mary-stewart nine-coaches-waiting
Well, what was luck for if it was never to be tempted?
Mary StewartTag: luck mary-stewart nine-coaches-waiting
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