Stone Circle [m] there was crack on the corner, and someone dead

ah — she was here, his blackbird; she had arrived upon the edge of her season. and merrick, who had never cooled when it came to her, now approached eagerly along her trail.
my love my love; she spake to his veins, and in such a way now.
the bearking, consumed, purring as he came to the ruins of easthollow and marveled at her calamitous desire. no question of it, the sacrilege readying him at once; merrick laughed a breathless sound as he kissed fiercely her nape and felt every fibre of him swooning with love.