Like a whimsical poem, this book gave so much insight about cultures I had never been familiar with. Poetic in language, slow paced and everything a romantic could hope for. Continue reading
Caress the fleeting wound until it bleeds,
For joy is but a prize that’s borne of pains.
Indulge with tears that grow the bounty seeds
Of beauty pure beneath the scalding flames. Continue reading
They say we are born with a spark in our eyes, one that starts in the heart and glows through the eyelids. A spark that burns so faintly that it can be barely noticed. It manages to keep us young and innocent, and it chases away the grudges and the heartaches of youth, freshens our souls and preserves our innocence. Continue reading
Indoctrinated minds so very often contain sick thoughts and commit most of the evils they preach against. They lust and they sin, they make deals with devils by glorifying gods they pretend to worship. They take the most sacred of acts and turn them into infamy, they burn scriptures and call the smoke incense. Continue reading
Shannon could feel her breath return, her veins circulating the blood, her pulse thumping and her nerves starting to shake her into wreck. Davis, the man who had given her the ultimate gift she could have desire, and the sole nemesis who was able to take it back, stood before her after three long years through which she found herself breaking free from the hell she had lived in. Three long years it had been since she had last seen those grey eyes penetrating her soul from the moment she had first met him when Landon had introduced him, hiding behind his irresistible smile and a borrowed name: Liam. Continue reading
Is it the time, or the tears we cry
That rend the love to glances dry?
Is it the faith that in phantoms leaves
The moments slip as times go by? Continue reading