"A ghost of a smile at the corners of her mouth;
she touched his face briefly, with some affection.
He bit his lip, unaware of the sweat running down his face and neck and darkening his pajama shirt.
Now her passage was not silent; it was like the tread of Goliath striding into the Valley of Bones.
"Her tenderness did not extend to leaving the bedroom door unlocked, but this presented no problem.
He bit his lip, unaware of the sweat running down his face and neck and darkening his pajama shirt.
Now her passage was not silent; it was like the tread of Goliath striding into the Valley of Bones.
"Her tenderness did not extend to leaving the bedroom door unlocked, but this presented no problem.