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I might get myself into trouble for this but my comfort food is a corpse. 🤷♀️ Sorry vegans. Maybe look away now? I heard somewhere that beef has some enzyme in it that can calm you down? Not sure if that’s true or not, but it does make me feel all around better, stronger, and…
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…She wasn’t blind. Peter was right, Gilburn did want her. Zipporah backed away from her mother. She looked down the stone corridor to make sure no one was there. “I’ve been having dreams about her again,” she said, pressing her hand to her stomach, as if she could make her baby come back to life…
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Enduringly Yours The year of our Lord, 1192 …“Zipporah…” He kissed her once. “I’d do anything.” He didn’t say more, even though that had sounded like an incomplete thought to her. Anything for what, to bed her, to keep her safe, to fix what had torn them apart in the first place? He leaned around…
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Enduringly Yours Part Twelve Maybe she should have accepted Peter’s letter when it had first arrived, but she hadn’t wanted anything to do with him. When she’d first found out that she was carrying she’d been appalled. Over time that had changed. She wasn’t sure what had happened, but she’d felt the baby move, and…
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…“When your father first gave me the blessing of your hand I was ecstatic.” Zipporah and her mother hadn’t been. Fortunately, her mother had intervened, convincing her father that Gilburn should ask permission to court her first, to give Zipporah a chance to get used to him, but when Gilburn had come to Zipporah, asking—humbly…
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So many things she had hidden from him. Her dishonesty ate a hole through her skin sometimes. She wanted to come clean, but was afraid it might be too late… Enduringly Yours Part Eleven Her father had been moved out of the chamber he normally shared with her mother because of the regular medical care…
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Part Five Zipporah tucked her skirts under her and sat on the bank with her knees against her chest and her arms around her legs. Peter sounded a bird call; a turtledove. She tightened her grip around her legs. He did it again. Her shoulders moved. He repeated it a third time wondering how long…
Darcy Branwyn 