He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, "I love you, Mother." He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns.
Barbara MertzIf someone lies down and invites you to trample upon him, you are a remarkable individual if you decline the invitation.
Barbara MertzSekhmet crawled onto Ramses's lap and began to purr. 'The creature oozes like a furry slug,' said Ramses, eyeing it without favor.
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