Lady Macbeth's Tale

Porphyria's Lover

Looking For Mr. Rochester

Macbeth ... from 'Lady Macbeth's Tale'
There’s something you should know about her, they tell him. But always it’s left unsaid, the final truth behind the gossip surrounding her marriage. Some tragedy is hinted at. Something that lingers in her southern voice. Though she’s a Scotswoman, to her fingertips, make no mistake about it. And the bonniest. The advancing years merely serving to add to her renown as the most exquisite of noblewomen. Only the gossip, that persists like a treacherous undercurrent, hints at something ... Yet, when he enters his cousin’s house, what takes his breath away is how rumour and suspicion have no place in its fastidious arran

Semele - excerpt from Lady Macbeth's Tale
Semele, this woman’s name was. A woman swollen up with desire for a god who threatened his manhood was only a fiction. ‘If I ever lose control and let you have the full measure of me, it’ll tear you apart!’ Jove boasted. Or ‘I’m sorry,’ Jove groaned, turning his back to her on the cold ashes of their illicit bed. ‘But it’s your fault I can’t get it up.’ ‘Mine?’ Semele was both anxious and incredulous. ‘You’re cold. A chill that deflates my tumescence.’ ‘But I’m hot, hot only for you,’ she protested. ‘Yes, but you’re a woman.’ ‘I thought that was part of the att