Ravenscourt Apothecary

Freed of all pride and false prejudices, Fitzwilliam fell, smirking, on a completely needled forest floor just outside London. The abundant rain of the Regency had brought the resinous needles of the pines and cedars into the mushy...

Ruthlessly the cool feelings are burning over the windswept heights of the Yorkshire moors. Knotty pine trees stand diagonally on rugged heath cliffs, which still rise from the marshy moors for the sake of dramaturgy. Winds blow through the wild...