Rio Turvo - Books RTP 26

"What kept her from sleeping was also the danger she breathed in the air, the unease that came from the shadows of the night, from the figures lurking outside beneath her window, making the floorboards creak in the hallway and trying the bedroom door, it was the unfamiliar voices whispering through the keyhole, moaning her name, sending shivers of terror down her spine. Often, perhaps it was no one, it was the blood of all those men dead with exhaustion, at that hour lying asleep, but whose desire rose and came like a ghost to call her with a tenderness they didn't know they possessed, with a sweetness so penetrating it made her shiver in an almost desired tremor, the hunger of thirsty males that she felt clinging to her flesh, and the more she tried to shake it off, the more it softened her will."