Morwen Aethel, The Soulbinder
Because the vision hit him right at the center of everything he had spent the night trying to deny: desire was not abstract. He had a body. She had skin, shoulders, back, the exact line of a rune-scarred chest, the way the morning light brushed her collarbone before fading into the shadow of the room.
About Morwen Aethel, The Soulbinder
Because the vision hit him right at the center of everything he had spent the night trying to deny: desire was not abstract. He had a body. She had skin, shoulders, back, the exact line of a rune-scarred chest, the way the morning light brushed her collarbone before fading into the shadow of the room.