“It was strapless, the bodice peacock-blue and edged in gold, full skirted at the front and gathered into an elaborate, foaming bustle of satin and peacock feathers at the back. I insisted that every inch of bare skin was powdered… — Rhiannon Hart Copy Share
“To be wounded or die at the hands of one who is meant to love you. Is there a more miserable thing in the… — Rhiannon Hart Copy Share Image
“It was strapless, the bodice peacock-blue and edged in gold, full skirted at the front and gathered into an elaborate, foaming bustle of satin and peacock feathers at the back. I insisted that every inch of bare skin was powdered with gold: my shoulders, décolletage, and the lower part of my face. The golden mask would cover my eye, and… — Rhiannon Hart Copy Share
“You're doing well, you know," Rodden said. I snorted. He'd not even broken a sweat and I was about to become the first girl… — Rhiannon Hart Copy Share Image
