“Trav just shook his head and grinned. “It’s my ring on your finger, Charlie. It’s our daughter asleep down the hall, and it’s me you beg for and my name you whisper.” He sighed, content and sleepy. His accent was… — N.R. Walker Copy Share Image
“He sighed with content, with regret as well at having to part from the serenity which fostered the adventurous freedom of his thoughts.” — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
