As if in a dream she saw the house, a graceful manor swirled round by endless mists of white. Dense and tangled trees guarded the approach, sentinels of doom bathed in the dying light.
As if in a dream he appeared to claim his virgin bride, a dark, powerful man whose very touch stopped her frenzied flight.
As if in a dream he left her, his lingering scent upon the pillow, a thousand questions in her heart. For out of the misty shadows came murmurous voices of warning, whispering in the night.
As if in a dream he appeared to claim his virgin bride, a dark, powerful man whose very touch stopped her frenzied flight.
As if in a dream he left her, his lingering scent upon the pillow, a thousand questions in her heart. For out of the misty shadows came murmurous voices of warning, whispering in the night.
Typical romance novel of the times, heaving busoms and whatnot. Short read, but don't remember it being bad.
