Hard as Steel_Book four of Surviving Series by Virginia Wine

Author:Virginia Wine [Wine, Virginia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-29T16:00:00+00:00

To Mercy Pity Peace and Love,

All pray in their distress:

And to these virtues of delight

Return their thankfulness.

He finishes the poem with great passion as if each word had been studied, analyzed and understood.

“The four virtues of delight. The poem is composed of five ballad stanzas’, do you hear them Grace?”

“Of course, it’s common in songs of today.”

“Correct, he’s praising both God and man, although slightly unorthodox, it may be indeed what I find most compelling about the author. Who was less appreciated in his own time.” He smiles, and closes the book now placed on his lap.

“Regardless, to be known at all is an accomplishment, before or after death.” I say.

“You will be a worthy component in our studies Grace, I’m looking forward to our discoveries.”

“Look.” I point over the clearing. “A doe with two spotted fawns.” Nature in its own spender.

“As beautiful as the line of your delicate jaw.” His fingers graze over my jaw causing me to focus nervously on the man beside me. His heat radiates from his body causing alarm within the pit of my stomach. The outside world no longer exists, not in this moment. But I couldn’t bring myself to fall, only run. Evading the moment with distraction.

“Who in this day and age owns a horse and buggy?” Redirecting his actions as I pull away. Admiring the turn of the century carriage with its falling canopy top, distinct red spokes, and wooden wheels drawn by a single horse, at the very least it was a unique experience.

“A dear friend of mine, lives on the grounds surrounding the campus.” He gazes down at me with eyes the color of the ocean, the deep cold parts where no one goes. “There are many uses such as hayrides, special events, he has many unique items, and he’s called upon regularly, like today.”

“I see.”

The light catches between the tree tops, as the leaves slowly drop and sway in the wind as I watch them tumble to the ground. A reminder, winter was approaching, the cold was never my favorite time of year. Often my mind would shift to its darker place, a thick sadness cocooning me until the first signs of spring. I wondered, sitting here too close to Dr. Hawthorne Vane, what impact that would have on my psyche.

“Let’s turn back, shall we?’

“That’s fine.”

Watching him, watching me.

“It didn’t go unnoticed you’re not wearing your glasses Grace.”

“Is that a question?”

“It’s an observation.” His tone clipped. “Your beauty can’t hide from me, I look much deeper than most.”

I wasn’t ready for such a compliment, his words were ominous as the hidden meaning lingers between us, the energy thick and overflowing with promises to come. I knew nothing of courtship, of dating or men. But I did know I wanted to distance myself from him and to be free of the confines of this carriage.

Finally, back at the manor, locked in my room, I spend the better part of my afternoon reading the Dr.’s book by William Blake, he was

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