After death, the anatomy seeks mindless retaliation. If even from a single sinewy thread, there, hope hangs, though hope is the heaviest burden.
It is our duty — as militiamen. . . lovers, hopeless romantics — to consider ourselves immortal.
Onwards.
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Our Fortunate Lovers
Historical Fiction"Fortune has it in me; she is a woman, and I am not that way inclined." In which Frederick II's father is not King of Prussia, but a British landowner.
