“Whatever binds us, ripples through us all. We might not all be shadow, but we are all human. I remind myself every night. I am a man. I always will be. And I will always, fiercely, defend my loves, to… — Carmen Dominique Taxer Copy Share Image
“Dmitri’s nerves calmed as he walked through the hedgerow maze, easily finding his way to the centre, sitting awhile. He had walked the grounds three times, before he finally went into the graveyard, looking for Sveta’s grave. It was easy to find. Easier since he had been to it every night since her passing. When he closed his eyes, he… — Carmen Dominique Taxer Copy Share
“I know what you’re doing,” he whispered to Raphael, whose movements only became more fervent, and the thought slipped from the boy’s mind so that he became dazed and undone with pleasure, staring up at the ceiling, watching as it blurred and became indistinct, and he felt the rising rush of pleasure, until he cried out in a sharp gasp.… — Carmen Dominique Taxer Copy Share
“She reached forward and lifted her uncle up into her arms. He was still too weak to resist, and she comforted him with a stroke of her fingers through his greying hair, softly kissing his lips, tasting the blood with a shiver of anticipation, and moving her kisses to his cheek, the line of his jaw, the crook of his… — Carmen Dominique Taxer Copy Share
“Father and the child were no longer speaking, but they sat together in silence. The child was at his feet, and he sat, up in his throne, his eyes on the sky as well. It made her smile. They existed beneath the same stretch of stars. They loved the same night blanket above them. She looked at him, taking the… — Carmen Dominique Taxer Copy Share
“We blended and look to what it has brought us. I planted lilies on your grave. The rain is already splattering them with dripping… — Carmen Dominique Taxer Copy Share Image
“Whatever binds us, ripples through us all. We might not all be shadow, but we are all human. I remind myself every night. I… — Carmen Dominique Taxer Copy Share Image
“Ida tried not to sigh. “What do you think of your husband?” he asked. “He was rather short,” Ida said without thinking. When Aubrey… — Carmen Dominique Taxer Copy Share Image
