![]() ![]() That was all the time she'd need to finish “The Winter's Tale.” And that would mark the end of her Grand Shakespearean Quest, the semiacademic endeavor that had occupied her spare time for nearly six months. ![]() ![]() It was going to rain, no doubt about that, but if she were lucky she'd have another hour until the first drops fell. A chilly wind passed across her, and she glanced up at the overcast sky. They refused to obey, but she wasn't about to read with her face pressed into the book, so she squinted and plodded on. She blinked a couple of times, willing her bright blue eyes to focus on the words that lay before her on the page. If, one by one, you wedded all the world - Belle sighed and leaned back against a tree trunk. There weren't any gardeners in “The Winter's Tale.” She held the book farther from her face. ![]() Chapter 1 Oxfordshire, England, 1816 If, one by one, you weeded all the world - Arabella Blydon blinked. I'm proud of you, too! And for Paul, even though he seemed to think the story could be improved by moving the whole thing to the rain forest. Dancing At Midnight Julia Quinn For my father, who never forgets to tell me how proud he is of me. ![]()
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