Ask me when I came to love him and I could not tell you. Ask me instead to detail the moment I first noticed the stars in the sky. Perhaps I will recall that more clearly.
Ask me when I came to love him and I could not tell you. Ask me instead to detail the moment I first noticed the stars in the sky. Perhaps I will recall that more clearly.FROM THE PRIVATE JOURNALS OF HISTORIAN RAZIEL DE PLAISIR
The bath was exactly what Jack needed. Hot enough to redden his skin and loosen his muscles as he leaned back against the tub’s rim. It was scented with something. There were hints of lavender, which he recognized from home. His mother also perfumed his baths, especially those given to him before bed, with sachets from her garden. And there were other familiar floral scents. Lilac, lily, freesia
