“And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted with mutual love, there is no difference between sweet submission and exquisite conquest.” — Isolde Martyn Copy Share Image
“Fortune’s a fickle wench. She can knee you in the groin at any time.” — Isolde Martyn Copy Share Image
“And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted with mutual love, there… — Isolde Martyn Copy Share Image
