Amarantha

"O, I forbid ye, maidens a', that wear gold in your hair, To come or go by Carterhaugh, for young Tamlane is there." 'Twas not Robert Burns's legendary elfin knight who greeted Amarantha upon her arrival at her folklorist uncle's Cornish mansion, but the dark and wild-haired Tamlane Adair. The Scotsman's languorous movements enthralled her, and the rumors of his nighttime rides across Bodmin Moor only heightened the virile man's mystery. His voice was like satin or silk, sliding over her, clothing her in blissful delirium. Listening, she could almost forget the anguish that had driven her…