An inn, of course, was a place you came to at night (not at three o'clock in the afternoon), preferably a rainy night—wind, too, if it could be managed; and it should be situated on a moor (“bleak,” Kate knew, was the adjective here). And there should be scullions; mine host should be gravy-stained and broad in the beam with a tousled apron pulled across his stomach; and there should be a tall, dark stranger—the one who speaks to nobody—warming thin hands before the fire. And the fire should be a fire—crackling and blazing, laid with an impossible size log and roaring its great heart out up the chimney. And there should be some sort of cauldron, Kate felt, somewhere about—and, perhaps, a couple of mastiffs thrown in for good measure.
Mary NortonTag: fire stranger cauldron inn
I have never believed in supernatural until I fell in love with a stranger that made me do supernatural things.
M.F. MoonzajerTag: love supernatural stranger believed
The kind of love which makes us stand against everyone and defend a stranger is the strongest one.
M.F. MoonzajerTag: love stranger defend against strongest
If you Have ever Fainted, You Are a stranger in the land of the dead!
Antoni OmeiheYou love her for a life time and still you are a stranger.
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