The title had come up in conversation. It popped into my head as I spoke. There was real delight in finding the entire course of the novel still fresh in my thoughts, each character and scene emerging from the mists of memory like an old friend. I resolved at once to try and find a copy of this book I had left behind so long ago. But the novel I sought was out of print and generally inaccessible. It was not the kind of writing which would generally find its final resting place in the noble crypt of a library. I had no choice but to begin digging in the graveyards of forgotten books – used bookstores.
Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances