“Devastation and ecstasy,
“Devastation and ecstasy,both are weapons of great power.”
both are weapons of great power.”The morning light fought its way through the stubborn fog.
With her head tucked in the crook of his arm, eyes just opened from a fit of sleep, Natasia found a peace that had eluded her for many a day. She had looked for it—searched for it—in the beauty of her husband and his love.
“How do you fare this day, dearest?” Pagolo asked, kissing the top of her head as they lay still wrapped within the linens in which they had slept. “Is everything as it should be?”
Natasia felt the small twitch of her lips; men could talk of war and death as if they spoke about the price of bread, but oh, how they dreaded speaking of a woman’s body parts and their functions.
“All is as it sh
