So Pale, So Cold, So Fair

She was the last person in the world I expected to see. But she was there, in the moonlight, lying across the porch of my rented cabin. At her throat was a gleam of dim fire that even by moonlight you knew had to be made by nothing less than diamonds. She was very beautiful. Her name was Marjorie, and once upon a time, a thousand years ago, she had been engaged to me. Leigh Brackett was the undisp...