Cold - cold as truth, cold as life. No, nothing can be as cold as life.
If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heaven. No more damned magic.
Stephan was secretive and a liar, but he was a very gentle and expert lover. She was the petted, cherished child, the desired mistress, the worshipped, perfumed goddess. She was all these things to Stephan - or so he made her believe.
Everything tender and melancholy - as life is sometimes, just for one moment.
They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.
Now at last I know why I was brought here and what I have to do.