The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.
Jacqueline CareyJoscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like youโre sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heartโs a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?โ โMm-hmm.โ He finished his ale. โThat would be love.
Jacqueline CareyTo recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it
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