The intellect is its possess place,And in itself can make a paradise of hell, A hell of heaven.”John MiltonParadise LostTHE Another MORNING, Isadora got up alone. She’d anticipated as much, and told herself any sense of embitterment was unseemly. Her body throbbed in mystery places, but with each twinge came a sense of happiness.Moments from the night some time recently played through her intellect, clearing out her with a unfaltering become flushed that wouldn’t blur. Indeed as she gazed at the pages of her most current novel, her intellect floated to fantasies between each line, fantasies that had been her reality as it were hours before.“You’re calm today.”Lifting her look from the novel in her hand, she looked at Lucian. “I’m reading.”His eyes contracted. Now and then Lucian was as well keen, as well all knowing. Looking for a diversion, she inquired, “Did you have fun final night?”He gestured. “We really ran into Vivian.”Vivian Callahan, Shamus’s sister, was an ancient
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