Kathleen E. Woodiwiss Quotes

Then Take It All! Take My Life! What Care I Now That The Wench Is Gone! Damn Her! Damn Her Fickle Heart! Ah, Man, I Hate Her! Fickle Wife! She Taunts Me, Seduces Me, Cajoles Me, Flees Me, Leaves Me Wanting Her All The More. Have I No More Will Of My Own?"
His Voice Broke, And He Sobbed, Hiding His Face Behind An Arm Flung Across It. Shanna's Throat Tightened, And There Was No Ease For The Ache In Her Breat. With Tears Of Her Own Gathering In Her Eyes She Tried To Hush Him. He Heard None Of Her Pleas, But Lifted His Hands And Held Them Before His Eyes, Turning Them, Staring At Them As If He Had Never Seen Them Before.
"But Still - I Love Her. I Could Take My Freedom And Fly - But She Holds Me Bound To Her." His Hands Became Limp Fists Which Slowly Crumpled To His Sides As He Groaned Listlessly. "I Cannot Stay. I Cannot Leave." His Eyes Closed, And Swiftly The Moment Was Gone.
Choking On A Sob, Shanna Bowed Her Head In Abject Misery.

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