By Jude Deveraux
Darci hasn't ever given up looking for her abducted husband, Adam Montgomery. yet her quest has taken her deeper into the realm of psychic phenomena than she ever dreamed -- or dared to head. whilst the FBI enlists her assist in finding the lacking father of secret agent Jack Rose, Darci indicators on for the covert operation, no longer figuring out that her charm to good-looking, attractive Jack is set to steer her into lethal territory -- and into an period long gone. For Jack has a protector, a mysterious nineteenth-century woman who pulls them right into a time and position the place Darci is stripped of her talents. Can she locate the main that hyperlinks to the modern day crimes she's got down to clear up? and should a showdown with a depraved strength from the previous carry her hostage...for all eternity?
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The grenade casts a fleecy circulation, rising like tongues of fire, cold fire. The circulation catches the belly, turns it over. Only the belly will not turn. The veins are full of heady blood, blood mixed with saffron and sulphur, only sulphur sweetened with water. Breasts appear above the belly. Higher still, and in depth, but on another level of the mind, the sun aflame, only in such a way as to make us think the breast is burning. And at the base of the grenade, a bird. The sun wears a kind of look.
Darkness itself grew more profuse and objectiveless. All frost grew clear. Beside me hound-god, like a shaft Its tongue pierces the crust, The double, vaulted, flattened dome Of the itching earth. Here comes the water triangle Stepping like a bug But under the burning bug It rounds as a stab. 50 Under the bosom of hideous earth The· bitch-god sleeps, Away from bosom of earth and ice Rotting its hollow tongue. Here comes the hammer-virgin, To crush the earth cellars Where the stellar dog's skull Feels the horrible level rise.
Perhaps I indulged in table talk when I should have tried to understand and sympathise with you. I wanted to reassure and cure you. This doubtless springs from the sort of rage with which I always react towards life, where I am concerned. In the struggle for life, I would only admit myself beaten when I breathe my last. Your last letters, in which the word "soul" often takes 42 the place of the word "mind", evoked my sympathy even more deeply, but embarrassed me more than the earlier ones. I feel I am close to deep and private suffering.