“You are as timid as the gazelle that grazes by the oases,” he mocked softly. “Your eyes are those of a timid, hunted creature. Where is your bravery now, daughter of Hassan? Am I not only a man – only flesh and flesh and blood, whose heart beats even as yours does. Can’t you feel it beneath your fingers?”

“You are as timid as the gazelle that grazes by the oases,” he mocked softly. “Your eyes are those of a timid, hunted creature. Where is your bravery now, daughter of Hassan? Am I not only a man – only flesh and flesh and blood, whose heart beats even as yours does. Can’t you feel it beneath your fingers?”

— Penny Jordan