The firefly is an unassuming insect in the daytime. If you didn't know what it was, you'd think it was nothing special. But at night, the firefly glows with its own light source. The darkness brings out its most beautiful gift. That's an extraordinary talent for an ordinary-looking creature, isn't it?
Lisa KleypasYou donโt annoy me.โ Carefully he rebuttoned the placket of her shirt. โI thought you did, at first. But now I realize it was more like the feeling you get when your footโs been asleep. And when you start moving, the blood coming back into it is uncomfortable . . . but also good. Do you understand what I mean?โ โYes. I make your feet tingle.โ A smile came to his lips. โAmong other things.
Lisa KleypasI didn't expect it was going to be easy. But hard work is a lot easier to tolerate when it's something you want to do instead of something you have no choice about.
Lisa KleypasA lang, lang time agoโฆโ MacPhee began, ignoring St.Vincentโs low groan, โthere was a bonnie maid called Malvina. She was the betrothed of Oscar, the braw warrior who won her heart. Oscar bade his beloved tae wait for him while he went tae seek his fortune. But one black day Malvina received word that her lover had been killed in battle. He would lie forever in eternal rest in the faraway hillsโฆlost in endless slumberโฆโ โGod, I envy him,โ St. Vincent said feelingly, rubbing his own dark-circled eyes.
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