“The light in the military tent fell softly across the man’s profile. Rings of light softened even the resolute line of his brow. The bewitchingly handsome man was engrossed in his research...”
“...A naturally formed stone table stood there, and not far from the courtyard wall hung a vermilion swing. Birds flitted through the trees from time to time, their open beaks spilling crisp notes, while colorful butterflies danced in the breeze. The woman rested peacefully amid this scene of splendor.”
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
