Chapter Forty Two: 'just move to the wave of the drum that plays in your head.'
Ambrosial(adj): Exceptionally pleasing or appealing to taste or smell.
His eyes possessed ineffable elements that could not be read. Desideration, anger, callousness and appetency were a few of which Lorraine could pick up. She was not sure which one dominated the rest, but continuously staring would not help her decide. Perhaps it was all of the above that the devil was feeling as he watched his bride get dressed in her long sleeved, round necked cotton night gown. She had chosen it for the comfort she knew it always provided her, and she was feeling especially bashful, uneager to dress in anything that would draw more attention towards her than she was drenched in already. Zyel had remained quiet for most o
