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“She stood and tripped over something in the dark, then stumbled and fell on Derek. "Ouch," he moaned. "Are you all right?" she whispered, and realized she was lying on top of him. She liked the way his body felt so familiar and comfortable beneath hers. She rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes, suddenly regretting all the mean things she had said to him. "Aren't you going to get up?" he asked. "Sure," she answered, and let her hands smooth down his chest and then his arms. She was surprised by the feel of his rock-hard muscles. "I work out," he murmured unexpectedly. "What?" He snickered. "The way you're feeling my chest and arms-" "I am not." She jumped up, indignant, then knelt beside him. "I was searching for your ropes." "Liar," he whispered. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks and was glad it was dark so he couldn't see. "The ropes are tied around my ankles and wrists," he said, but there was still laughter in his voice.”

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The Lost One

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Lynne Ewing
Lynne Ewing

Lynne Ewing, born in 1938, is an accomplished author known for her works in both children's literature and adult fiction. Her writing is celebrated for its rich imagination and emotional depth. more

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“وأدركت أن ما تحت الضريح ليس هو المهم، المهمهو الأجساد الخشنة الغليظة الملتفة حول الضريح، المهم هو النداء الواحد الصادر عن عشرات الآلاف من الأفواه الواسعة الجائعة. المهم هو الوجه الآخر للوحش الخرافي الذي خلع قلوب جنودنا بضربة واحدة من يده، المهم هو ما تفرزه هذه الجموع ويتصاعد منها ويتجمع ويتداخل ويتبلور و يختلط بأضواء المشاعل وأنوار الشوارع وقرعات الدفوف واهتزازات الأجسام.”