Stomping on the dandelions in the overgrown field
He says his dreams are castles and cathedrals
Predating my existence, standing strong
I can follow only if I stay behind
In the cathedral
I’m painted within the glass
Far from your grasp
While you fumble for the pennies
On the marble floor
Written by Pamela Avoledo – Warren, Michigan USA
Feature Photo by Stephanie Leblanc
Thecla Dark Romance Trilogy
A heroine unlike you’ve ever read before.
“You’re keeping one,” I said after I opened the door. “Not telling Kato about me and Throane.”
“I suppose I am,” he answered. “But let’s get this straight…” Quintus stepped toward me, invading my personal space. I stood my ground. He brushed the back of his palm against my scarred arm. I tensed up. He drew closer, pressing his cold breastplate against my chest, arousing a peculiar sensation. “…there is no you and Throane,” he whispered in my ear heavily.
His words punched me right in the gut, but the way he said it, with his hot breath, made the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
5.0 out of 5 stars This book captured my interest and kept me turning pages! Reviewed in the United States on May 28, 2020The strong female protagonist is the best thing about this story, but there is much more for readers to enjoy.