the spice of the flames perfume the air like an overgrown fireplace . even though your home and your village had to be destroyed ? yes teetered on the tip of her tongue . i look at the box sitting on his opened palm . he pumped heavy and strong , but with care as well , the antique bed groaning under the force of his body as he took her . gwens eyes slowly filled with tears . she read it so many times she could recite whole passages from memory . looks like i underestimated your father once again . 