Book2:KigdomIteDreams
eekmyrevenge.”Rumblesofdistantthunderreverberatedoffandoninthedarkness,resembliuousgroansofalonelywidower.oodwaslikethecalmbeforetheeruptionofthevolo.Hewasignitedbyfire-likelust,itgfora. Inthemagnifitandspaciouspace,twolittlepeoplewerelockedinatightembrace,kissingeachotherardently.Vioithjoy,filledwithafeelingofsatisfaandhappiness.Shewastotallyimmersedinherfantasy,asifshereallyowhegoldpadwasthequeen.Mr.Fingerknewclearlythatthewomaninhisarmswasoverlyambitious,morethanatrifleevindveryhardtotrol.Buthowcouldhebeartogiveuphispresentliaison,nomatterhowshort-liveditmaybe?Evenifitoraryselfdelusion,hewouldnotgiveitup.AresoundingcrashofthunderwokeViofromherreverie.ShepushedherselffromMr.Finger’sar