~ The Storyteller ~ Cover Art
~ Seraph ~ Cover Art
~ The Saint & The Seraph ~ Cover Art
~ The Storyteller ~ Cover ArtThe Storyteller propped a leg up along the fountain's edge and gave a strong, decisive strum of the lute.Leaning forward, he flicked his fingers in an improvised tune and spoke loud and deep; a sound they were sure to hear:"A tale of adventure, of sorrow, of courage and loss!I've a story to tell, surely one you'll not wish to miss."~~~"This is a tale of mischief and burdens!Of loneliness, of love, of war and battles;of life, death, and the in-between!To all of you, come close, and listen...I will begin to tell you all that I know."
~ Seraph ~ Cover Art"Speak!” commanded the Elder’s harsh, biting voice, and the winged thing looked at him with eyes that were blacker than the night...– no, darker –...for even the night has reflections of stars and moons, but here they were absent in his deep wells of stark ebony.“Your malevolence is beautiful,” he said, his voice like small pebbles plopped into the shadow of a cold stream. “A pity that you shame yourselves by allowing it to perish into ignorance and cruelty.”“Filth,” cried they, “Shadow!"
~ The Saint & The Seraph ~ Cover ArtGently, firmly, his hands curled around her trembling figure. Her heart fluttered like a dozen frightened birds, and however tightly he held, it failed to ease the aching desire she had to collapse at the closeness...- and the reality -...of him."My little seraph," he crooned, and her eyes broke into water upon her cheeks. "How tremulous you are.""It's you," she managed, her voice soft and dying at her lips like melted snow."It's me." Long fingers pressed into her face and along the delicate coils of her dark hair. The bow of his lips dipped to tease along her temple, and paused there to whisper into the ticked ear that mirrored his own.His words, though his breath was hot, chilled her until she shivered in the cage of his arms."Your father."
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