tempest

Tempest Dark was the only one who put up his hand.

The tempest of the times would not let them be.

The tempests of social and political change were very real.

It was all I could do to stand against the tempest.

Tempest read the truth in his eyes, but could find no answer.

Tempest could not tell him the true reason for her fear.

Tempest simply did not want to have to see such violence yet another time.

He could not have killed her, of that Tempest was certain.

It had felt so good to just hold Tempest in his arms.

Opening the door, they went out into the tempest, and each took a different road.

True to her word, Tempest managed to hold him up.

Tempest did not care how he had gotten into her room.

I do not know if they are still alive, Tempest.

No one was likely to come calling in these tempests.

Tempest Dark laughed for the first time since his wife's death.

Mother would be very angry if she knew what Tempest was up to.

If Tempest truly knew who and what he was, she could help him remember.

Were they not already trapped in a tempest without end?

Nothing seemed to indicate that the tempest was nearly over.

Among the dark hair the branches of her face in tempest.

And what had brought on such a tempest of passion?

Tempest did not want to go to her mother's fancy party.

Tempest struggled to break free, but he was too strong.

Tempest did not understand what he meant, but she was beginning to be a little concerned.

A man Tempest had never seen before rose to his feet and spoke.