Aline’s Reviews > The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy > Status Update

"The fire signified. It Meant. As did the shadows of the birds on the moor, as did the rain's calligraphies. If she looked a little away, a little beyond, with eyes unfocused, the meanings were there, uncertain, darting, erasing and rewriting themselves. Every flicker on Mordaunt's face and upon Aurienne's skin unveiled a bit of their story: hate and tenderness, romance and folly, push and pull, something [...]