None of them are in any certain order, but if you are familiar with the book, you might understand where they came from. And who knows? Maybe someday down the road, I'll re-release the original manuscript in its entirety. Well, happy reading!
Text cut from Upon Your Return
·
Grant swallowed hard. The implication was what
he had expected from such a man, but why must it sound so lewd? And why must a
captain of a ship be likened to that of pond scum? Was it no longer an honorable
profession? And wasn't he still respected in social circles? Recently he had
begun to think otherwise. He had heard the rumors concerning himself and Fara.
·
Bright,
tear-struck eyes looked at him.
·
He'd
half expected her to swoon, but she looked at him as if he'd told her he would
be gone for hours and not months. Perhaps she did not understand after all.
What
is happening, he thought. This seemed such a change in character that he assumed
something had to be wrong.
Then
a thought occurred to him. Was he perhaps playing into her hands? He
didn't think she had the notion of being so cold, but her recent actions had
caused him much doubt.
·
The gardens in the courtyard behind the house,
however much a reminder of Grant's absence, were a solace in some way.
Sometimes she would sit by one of the numerous statues or fountains, and then
close her eyes to think. The memories were not as cruel as they once were;
often they became a comfort or a refuge from the tediousness of her normal
life. Frequently she wished she could be back on La Voyageur with Grant.
There, though a peaceful calm enveloped her, was always something different
happening. She remembered how frightful yet exhilarated she had been when she
had set about to seeking vengeance for what Nicholas Bordeaux had done to Grant
all those years ago.
· She fought her increasing fervor at his request.
It was a real plea; he was not ordering her. She felt it in the timbre of his
voice.
This was a study in the gray eyes of the
man she loved, a study in need, not desire.
As well, in those fathomless depths she saw fear. Of what, she wondered. He was
worrying her now. He had been affectionate with his kisses and she had thought
he meant to make love to her right out in the open. She would have objected, of
course, but she could see that something else was bothering him.
·
But, did he deserve her? He claimed he'd missed
her, that thoughts of her had kept him alive. What about love, for God's sake?
Was she now to finally abandon the concept, the hope, and settle? Grant knew it
mattered, but he'd not mentioned how he felt for her. Fara felt addled by it
all. What if it wasn't love, but just desire? It would have been all for
nothing if that was true. In uncertain terms, she would have to tell him having
that knowledge before they were wed mattered much more than the vows
themselves. Yet, she would not tell him now. Tomorrow is another day, she
thought. She sighed as well. But, why had he left? Beneath all of the concern
for the authorities finding him as well as his mission, what was the motive?
· He had dealt with a lot, much more than she'd
ever given him credit for. But, it wouldn't do to pity him; he wouldn't
appreciate it. He was a proud man, able to fight for his honor. It wouldn't do
to wound him.
No comments:
Post a Comment