#34757 - She was coolly contemptuous of men for their puerile, simpering advances and dismissive of their women for their envy. “I love you so much, George” she said genuinely, a little sadly. As Maggie was an alluring physical symmetry of plush curves and warm promise, George’s handsomeness was by comparison, and defeating the genetic advantages he shared with his sister, all lanky straight edges and points and corners; with the lean, rawboned strength of corded steel or re-bar and murderously dark half-moons underscoring a starved, vacant countenance, his features were largely honed sharp by hard drink, lost sleep, and an often black moodiness that lent him the irresistibly dangerous beauty of the haunted and damned.