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Heidi *Bookwyrm Babe, Voyeur of Covers, Caresser of Spines, Unashamed Smut Slut, the Always Sleepy Wyrm of the Stacks, and Drinker of Tea and Wine*
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Lydia shifted from side to side, wearing her impatience like most women wore perfume.
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Sleep crawled up and found her quickly, sitting heavily on her chest.
“I think I’d rather have a dog than a husband. Their hearts are much more steadfast.”
Her mother’s voice was a ghost in her head,
But her words had gone unheard. Where he’d been but a moment before, there were now only shadows.
“One must be careful opening letters, Miss Sullivan,” Lord Eastleigh chided. “Some of them can cut like knives.”
there was something of the Renaissance in his face.
One truly begins living once they no longer hold the opinions of others in high regard.”
They stood in an elegant foyer, three stories high, punctuated by a skylight that shone like a great eye, spilling moonlight instead of tears.
The bonfire they
created rose so high into the night it seemed to lick the stars.
If deception were to truly be undone in their marriage, she would no longer play the hypocrite.
A whisper of sound met her ears, like a dry leaf skittering across the floor.
The days were gunmetal, the nights never-ending in their bleakness.
