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Taking a cue from her, Abigail goes on to quote my next line, “Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.”
And Maacha says, “I don’t really care for all that agricultural talk. A purple veil is what I want. Give it to me and then, who cares? You can describe me as any kind of fruit you wish.”

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Spoil me with your gift

Tonight, the night of my wedding, I find myself faced with the greatest surprise of my life. It makes me ashamed for what I have said about my bride, because in her chamber she prepared the loveliest, most thoughtful offering for me--

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I find myself faced with the greatest surprise of my life

When Uriah comes before me he seems unusually tense. His jaw is set, his face—pale.
At first I figure that the long journey to the city of Rabbah and back here again must have drained him. I try to ignore the pain I detect in his eyes. I mean, it must be my mistake, I am seeing things. And whether I like it or not, for his wife’s sake I must push him into a trap--

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I send my body guard after him, with a gift

Why did you bring me flowers
To tell me you must go?
I thought this time is ours
Safe from gust and blow--

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Why did you bring me flowers

And I said, “With this much force, she’s practically pushing you into my arms, isn’t she?”
“I don’t wish to rebel against her,” said Natasha, under her breath. “But yes, she makes me so angry inside, she does.”
“I should really thank her for it.”
“Why?”
“If not for her I would be slow to sense this heat in you.”

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I should really thank her for it

It’s awful nippy here, inside and out, even though this is only mid-fall. Shut tight in front of me is the glass door, which I can’t hardly open, on account of being tired, and a bit wobbly on my feet. Even so I can hear a sound, a muffled sound from the other side, out there on the balcony. From this angle I can spot him, kinda: at least his outline, bent over the desk, and the slant of the shoulders--

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I don't want to hear no lies and no long stories either

I can hear a noise of some kind, clicking awful close to my ear, on the other side, I mean, Lenny’s side of the bed. I try to stay still, because of this dull pain, and because of wondering if, somewhere deep inside, my baby can feel it, too.
Then I turn my head—just a little—and take a peak over my shoulder--

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Ain’t them three sisters gonna curse me, like witches do?

Kiss me in this starless night
Reflected in your eyes is light
Flickering like a ghost in pumpkin...
Hug me now, my heart is thumping'--

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Tell me love is but a treat

I am thrilled to read this beautiful review of my WWII romance novel, The Music of Us:

★★★★★ A lyrical work of art!
ByJjspinaon October 1, 2016
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The Music of Us is a poetic journey through the life of a young pianist, Natasha, and her love for music and a man, Leonard. This story takes place during WWII and transports the reader through what life was like in these difficult times.

The author writes in a lyrical prose that captivates the reader as she takes you through the story and enfuses color and a vibrancy that stills your soul. This reader felt as if a part of this romantic tale looking in on all the angst and joy the characters felt. Natasha is slowly losing herself and her husband, Leonard, doesn't know how to help her find her way back. It is a heart wrenching tale that will bring you to tears.

A beautiful story that continues in the next books. I look forward to reading more of this talented author's work.

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A short and sweet review. Love it:

★★★★★ Five Stars
By Christina M Castro on September 27, 2016
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This was purchased for my Mom for her birthday. She really likes this book. She can't put it down.

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Tonight be still, because who knows
The spirits of the dead are close
The road is dark, and winds do blow
Tomorrow on your way you'll go--

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Tomorrow on your way you go

When the night is dark, you know not where to turn
When the only light comes from a Jack-o-Lantern
When dry leaves rustle, when you turn pale,
And wish to be swept into a different tale--

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Treat yourself to one-of-a-kind pleasure

Every day I tear a leaf
From my calendar, blanched by the sun
Here's spring... It is so brief
Leaves now falling, one by one...

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Every day I tear a leaf

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Look, naked arms branch overhead,
A chipmunk gathers walnuts, scurries down the tree
Curious to see what you've read
What is this book, open over your knee?

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You already know, time to turn a leaf

Naturally, I have to test it. So I raise my Esav arm, the one with the hairy sleeve. I raise it with the thought of bringing it down upon him in one fell swoop, right next to his cheek, and stopping just short of a slap. Would he flinch? Would he give a flutter? My hand flies up. I freeze. But then, an incredible thing happens. You would not believe it—I do not believe it myself! I cannot, for the life of me, control it any further--

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Can I fool him—or am I making a fool of myself?

First Bathsheba throws open the window, letting in a cold morning breeze. As if to tell me that this is already autumn, a smell of dry leaves wafts in. The silk curtains start swishing as they sway, they billow wildly around her, blotting and redrawing the curves of her silhouette, which in a blink, brings back to me the fullness of her figure back then, when she was expecting our first child--

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I remember the way I held her n my arms

How can I begin to describe it to you? Space was tight. In distress I looked up—perhaps by force of habit—to cry, to say a prayer. Stones, torn roots, autumn leaves, most of them already rotten, even tiny lizards and worms were soaring over us in a big swirl, bouncing from time to time off the walls, and then being blown up and away with a big spit, straight off the top of this thing.

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Tiny lizards and worms were soaring over us in a big swirl