Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
Jacqueline CareyThere are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme
Jacqueline CareyWhy is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
Jacqueline CareyThere are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme
Jacqueline Carey