That was the deep uncanny mine of souls.
Like veins of silver ore, they silently
Moved through its massive darkness. Blood welled up among the roots, on its way to the world of men, and in the dark it looked as hard as stone.
Nothing else was red.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Barty Winston seethed as Piper Linwood walked away from him.
Little American b***h thinks she's something special. Too good to talk to methat much is obvious.
But not for long. He'd made a deal with the devil tonight, and soon he'd be rich enough to take whatever he wanted, including her.
"Is that the woman?" a deep voice asked behind him. Barty jumped, startling a passing footman who barely avoided dropping his tray of empty champagne flutes before continuing on his way. Barty gave a short nod, afraid to look over his
