Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

That the other could speak at all astounded her, and Wednesday looked to her with ample warmth in her eyes. But she could not smile; she did not know how, so the crooked line of her injury would have to do. Well, came her heavy tones, You are right, of course. Heavy-lidded she looked to the wolf she would call her love, and reached out an arm to pull her toward her chest so that the foreign woman might rest upon her plush furs. You are my life's only pleasure. This she admitted with a thickness in her throat, but if ever a wolf would be given her truths, it would be the pale one before her, so lovely with her warm eyes.

I will learn from you, she went on, wanting the other to understand she intended to give and give and give. Wednesday for the first time looked to the other and felt the striking match of mortality; she regretted that she did not have more time, and that she had not spent all her life with this creature.