There is a soul-jealousy that can be as frantic as any body-jealousy. — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“Meng flew low over the darkness of the treetops, thinking of Meabel’s silky body, his jealousy like a living entity inside him, swelling with each mortal that fell to his sister’s myriad charms—men she had not yet consumed.” — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
