Amelia from Comare.
So i had this dream last night about people who collected powerful books, to stop them for being used for evil. and one of Them was this guy Nick who had two books that were Bound to the devil, and by putting two silver coins over the picture of the devil on each book Switched his eyesight with the ruler of Hell dooming him for the rest of his life to see the horrors of Hell sights so terrible that his eyes never stop bleeding.
I just got into the books about a month ago and its Shocks me that there is so little art for the book considering how long they have been around, ..i adore so so many of the characters…Croyd, Yeoman. THE PUPPET MAN. I’m Totally going to do more.
Music and motion, and that white chiseled face. The skin on his upper lip was paler than the rest of his face. Ideal, he shaved his mustache! His hand closing on hers. Final figures now. Zabb brushing light kisses onto her mouth with each pass. The final kiss. This was the acid test. This was where the woman told you if she was interested or not. This was…
He captured her. It was questionable if she’d ever really meant to flee. Arms closing around her in tight embrace. A long, deep kiss to last the final measure. The music stopped. Zabb pulled back. Rivulets of sweat matted his sideburns and beaded his forehead. White blond elf locks hanging about that narrow face. And a look in those pale gray eyes.
No wonder women flee from us. The hungry pressure from those eyes. All the anguished wanting!
Tis began to back away. Zabb thrust a hand at her. Control snapped, and she fled from the dance floor, her shoes making a wild ringing as she ran. The murmur of the crowd rising like a wind storm from behind her. She had done it again. Caused another scene at a family ball.
A stitch in her side finally brought her to a gasping halt. Footsteps coming. Her heart lifted — rescue… from herself. Tall, but not tall enough. Blond, but the wrong blond. Dangerous not safe. Zabb not Mark.
Tis slumped against the wall. Zabb thrust his hands into the pockets of his duster-like coat and offered support to the other wall of the corridor. They eyed each other across a three-foot chasm.
“Don’t you think we ought to do something about… this.” She shook her head, a quick, terrified gesture. Zabb ran a frantic hand through his hair. “Ideal! You are driving me mad!”
“This is insane. You hate me.”
“Not true. You stood between me and ambition. That impediment has now been removed.”
“Impediment to what? Fucking me? You’ve done that very well, thank you, for a very long time.”
Zabb grabbed her shoulders. “You talk too much, Tis. You have always talked too much!”
She watched as her terror slammed into him. His hands leapt from her shoulders as if shocked. He clutched his elbows. Retreated again to the opposite wall.
“I’m sorry. I frightened you. I’m sorry.”
For a long moment they regarded one another. “How can I sleep with you? How? I’m wounded in ways you can’t see, and I don’t fully understand,” Tis said.
I have come to love the wild card books with the fire burning passion of 1000 suns…..and the books are impossible to find