Wallowing in the isolation the geography allowed him, a jilted father seeks to keep his daughters protected and pure until 2 fateful days, barely a ye...r apart, tear his family asunder. Our story starts on a muggy but warm afternoon in 1782.http://www.nymcam.co.uk/012706i.jpgPart I: The PatientChapter 1: The Stone Goddess of Urra Moor“I don’t much care for the colour of that sky. We should return.” advised Sir Hugh Horton gazing up at the dark clouds which were now overhead.“It just adds to the. Zetsa, with her parents involve, made it clear how far and wide the news of a ten years old missing during the event could spread in the kingdom.Following that, there was the reasoning that the case of a participant sneaking to a second hunt was a first and something so implausible, that the committee never thought they will have to officially explain it to the young participant before their hunt, among the other laws that they inform them about. To top the weirdness of such deed, the committee. It wasn't real sleep. It was this glorious fading in and out of consciousness. I floated from sheer oblivion into the hot, hazy borderland of sun-toasted daylight. In and out I floated until I didn't even know where I was. Or if I existed at all.The evening before had been spent on talking into the night. We slipped into the pool, we lounged on the terrace. The evening had very reluctantly given in to darkness. It never lost its balmy sweetness. I sipped chilled white wine, so did Mary. Phil. We were disconnected, but Holly convinced me by pushing that I should be on my back, then crawled atop me to hug herself against me and cry. "It was wonderful!" she sobbed, "I could FEEL it when you..." Came?" I supplied."Uh huh!" Well, you're seriously hot, Sweetheart. If you ever need me to write an affidavit to that effect, I'll be happy to do it!" What? Oh..." she chuckled. "Thanks, I guess." I'm not needed here," Jean announced, and walked out. I certainly couldn't argue; post-coital.